I'm telling you this is too good to be true when the most we have to do is open windows so just let your worries drown in a smile man lose that frown yeah we'll both still be around come the morning when summer ends she just want's to be friends her mind's mixed up got a year to go til next october to make sure the season's not over get me straight and get me sober again are you joking we got almost everything you don't pay that bird to sing out the daytime and the sun sets on the beach I could swear it's trying to reach with two golden hands as if to try and touch you