Motorboats along the green
And words get in the way
If you read between the lines
What would you say?
What would you say?
Forlorn summer and
Taking a trip to the moon
To the moon
You've been here by me
But there's something I can't say
I'm afraid to spoil the fun
'Cuz words get in the way
Words get in the way
Running through
The woods' pine smells so sweet
Pinecones falling at my feet
At my feet
Such a heavenly blow
On a summer afternoon
On a summer afternoon