June
June
Came upon us much too soon,
Then was gone.
Gone,
Like the mountains of the moon
At dawn.Then the sun came up on a sleepy day
And never went down at night.
And the crowd kept on singin’ “Waste Away”
but it just didn’t feel right.
And the prince and the drummer and the fire girls
Couldn’t get our guitars in tune.
And I knew it was over when the sound man said,
“I wish we were still in June”