Van Ness Mission

If you think that you're the one
Let me into summer sun 
Well you're right, I've been surmised 
By the appearance of the sky 
By the look that's in your eyes 
I see how the summer flies 
Way up high without its wings 
Fortunate for everything 
I want you to speak aloud 
Tell me of a sparkling crowd 
Why they tremble at the sound 
Of a lazy eerie round 
Shotgun shells are on the ground 
Of the forest and the town