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 k**ing 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