Let’s ride our bikes down to 48th
A drop in a pool that never permeates
And I found rhubarb even if it’s late
Find me something sweet and I’ll make it okay
August in the heat
Beneath a shady tree
I hope our kids can feel the breeze
All my dreams so free
But tell me how to be
In this late summer heat
I'm scared of
All the things they’ll miss, decembers turning white
The beauty of the forest the ogalala still high
The air was heavy even when it’s late
The nighttime will come but the cool will stay away
