Early morning mid-July anticipation's making me high

The smell of Sunday in our hair...

You ran on the beach with Kennedy flair



Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind

And you my friend

My new fun thing

My summerfling

Laugh... oh how we would laugh at anything

And so pretend of never ending summerfling



This uncommon kind of breeze

Did with our hearts whatever it pleased

Forsake the logic of perfect plans

A perfect moment slipped through our hands



Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind

And you my friend

My new fun thing

My summerfling

Laugh... oh how we would laugh at anything

And so pretend of never ending summerfling



Strange... the wind can change so quickly

Without a word of warning

Rearrange our lives

Until they're torn in two