in the tall grass of a long sun a quiet repast and i m sweet nothings come hell i m your lover your man your friend your fair weather it s a world stopped afternoon passion legs you re wordless all blue routes to your birthplace chalk white wincing pretty in it summer dress your hair is wet gets into our kisses can you tell why my intentions wind up just near misses there s a kindness in your smile my sky plays fatal music there s the promise and the shell of great beginnings seldom finished in the laze of a barefoot afternoon oh what s a boy to do sunday eyes am i losing you is the summer really through straps down and overtired if i had a favorite picture i d call it right now uncertain braced for your disaster summer gown were you sent down to wrestle me to reason i m a thrown fight in your favor i ll do everything but listen to you now in the laze of an empty afternoon it s all happening too soon sunday eyes am i losing you say it isn t true in the summer you really know that it doesn t feel like summer so much anymore i ll keep trying to find you somewhere smiling over me over you over me summer girl all summer long you know the winter s wrong southbound motel towns mend most broken mornings there s citrus groves where no one knows the fruit of truth from evil and a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here there s an end we don t get to choose we can only lose if i cried a river just for you would you swim in it some sunny afternoon in the summer you ll really know you re the only summer that i think i ll ever know so i ll keep trying to find you somewhere smiling i ll keep trying to find you smiling for me over you over me1