I'm telling you

This is too good to be true

When the most we have to do is open windows



So just let your worries down

In a smile man loose that frown

Yeah we'll both still be around come the morning



When summer ends

She just wants to be friends

Her mind's mixed up

Got a year to go til next october

To make sure the season's not over

Get me straight and get me sober again



Are you joking

We got almost everything

You don't pay that bird to sing out the daytime



And the sun sets on the beach

I could swear it's trying to reach

With two golden hands as if to try and touch you