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 me