Set out all your five cent drinks and cool the carafe for the apple or the lemonade
Stay up on the right hand curb in case a cop become a siren
Run a light and off you girl
I know that summer's slowing down but lift your chin up off the ground
I'm sorry I had to sleep so late
My God has five o'clock already come and gone?
It must have been a storm my dear that tore through August
Left the street a mess and wet with rain
Step out from off my shoulders girl it's you that I get optimistic over anyway
Rain on reddened streets the killing fields and hanging trees
I'm almost out of air
Flood Rome let it fall the sea's too deep for wrecking balls
I'm almost out of air
Can I start again?
God knows I got no guarantee
I'll wake up for the light in August or the memory
It's just a matter of indifference don't let the thought of it control you now
Don't you now
