Hang Dog You Sitting

And Counting Nameless Stars

And When You Look Down

You're Beginning To Fall Away

You Dried Up Like An August Creekbed



I Mounted In An Album

With Some Photos Of Your Summer Friends

I Can't Tell What The Note On The Back Said

You're Moving Like A Poem

And It Hurts To See You Going



I Recall The Smell Of Summer

On Your Skin

We Were Seventeen

And Everything Was Pounding

And It Wouldn't Stop

It's Hard To Put To Words

What I Was Thinking Then



I Don't Know, We Were Alive Or Something

Browned Off Sitting Amidst The Endless Cars

And When You Stall Out

They're Beginning To Pull Away

You Dried Up Like An August Creekbed



I Mounted In An Album

With Some Photos Of Your Summer Friends

I Can't Tell What The Note On The Back Said

You're Moving Like A Poem

And It Hurts To See You Going



I Remember Licking Ice Cream

Off Your Chin

We Were Seventeen

And Everything Was Pounding

And It Wouldn't Stop

It's Hard To Put To Words

What I Was Thinking Then



I Don't Know, We Were In Love Or Something

I Recall The Smell Of Summer On Your Skin

We Were Seventeen And Everything Was Pounding

And It Wouldn't Stop

It's Hard To Put To Words

What I Was Thinking Then

I Don't Know, We Were Alive Or Something