Summer

There's a strong wind blowing in
From the lake where the sun is shining
Off of the bay ooo , ooo

There's a thought trapped within these bones
Like a soft sadness it moans and moans
And moans

There's a white sail caught up in the wind
There's a fee before you even step in step in
Step in

There's a bottle cap rusting in the sand
And beside it an even rustier old man