Jets to Brazil /

In the Summer's When You Really Know

In the tall grass of a long sun, a quiet repast and I'm sweet nothings
Come hell, I'm your lover, your man, your friend, your fair weather
It's a world stopped afternoon, passion legs, you're wordless
All blue routes to your birthplace, chalk white, wincing, pretty in it

Summer dress, your hair is wet, gets into our kisses
Can you tell why my intentions wind up just near misses?
There's a kindness in your smile, my sky plays fatal music
There's the promise and the shell of great beginnings seldom finished

In the laze of a barefoot afternoon
Oh, what's a boy to do?
Sunday eyes, am I losing you?
Is the summer really through?

Straps down and overtired, if I had a favorite picture
I'd call it right now, uncertain, braced for your disaster
Summer gown, were you sent down to wrestle me to reason?
I'm a thrown fight in your favor, I'll do everything but listen to you now

In the laze of an empty afternoon
It's all happening too soon
Sunday eyes, am I losing you?
Say it isn't true

In the summer you really know
That it doesn't feel like summer so much anymore
But I'll keep trying to find you somewhere smiling
Over me, over you, over me

Summer girl, all summer long, you know the winter's wrong
Southbound, these motel towns can mend most broken mornings
There's citrus groves where no one knows the fruit of truth from evil
And a long walk on a short pier means nothing more than swimming here

There's an end but we don't get to choose
We can only lose
If I cried a river just for you
Would you swim in it some sunny afternoon?

In the summer you'll really know
You're the only summer that I think I'll ever know
So I'll keep trying to find you somewhere smiling
Over me, over you, over me