A Summer Song

Summer sweet hay-layin' under skies that spun
my bare back to the grass and my face to the sun
Summer heat guitar-playin' with a boy that sings
my bare feet in the sand, flying up in the swings

Though I know that winter comes
and i'll be here to see,
I don't know if he's the one
that should be here with me.

Summer paths are winding and they never take us far
we'd walk em' hand-in-hand, wanderers without a star
But now the roads are thinning and the wind I feel is winning
and I realize I don't know where we are.

Summer clouds are swirlin' in my ceiling at night
my back's to the mattress but my mind's like a kite
Wind lift me up i'm falling, i'm down with the tide
Take me anywhere, I don't care, i'll go for the ride.

Summer moons make the swells soft, silvery and bright
when i'm lyin' wide awake and the shore's out of sight
I feel the winter coming and i'm tired of running
and i'm wondering if he might...

But I know...
and he knows
that winter comes,
he won't stick around to see.
I've often dreamt of running off,
and he can't run with me.

I've got a silly notion for an ending that's nice,
i've had it once before but i'll guess i'll have it twice.
It goes "The world is round, so let's turn on our feet,
and walk away from each other till we make ends meet."