August night swelters roll back the covers

and I remember a long lost summer

when you and I were a whole lot better friends



In skyclad fields we came together

hard to hold in moonlit heather

get off me boy, you're breaking my back again



And a mouth full of broken words

was all I had and all she heard

as the sun set down to disappear

into the haziest sunset of the year



So we drove for days and talked about nothing

as the fields rolled by an American discussion

do you remember when



Do you recall the place that you're from

who do you like and who do you love

who do you hate and who's your favorite band



Isn't it weird how things can change

in a year and some you look so strange

and you don't look at me half as dear

as you did sometime late last year...goodbye