SUMMER'S GROWING OLD
September evening
Snapdragon red, bumblebee gold
Blue of the neighbor's tv
Summer's growing old
Something in the air like a hinge is turning
Corner of your eye like a shadow thrown
Anyone you've ever been is coming back again
Summer's growing old
I don't even know if I can keep on waiting here
Bright stars are racing all around the sky
Everything is tumbling out of my heart
Summer's growing old