Testo di August

Let’s ride our bikes down to 48th A drop in a pool that never permeates And I found rhubarb even if it’s late Find me something sweet and I’ll make it okay August in the heat Beneath a shady tree I hope our kids can feel the breeze All my dreams so free But tell me how to be In this late summer heat I'm scared of All the things they’ll miss, decembers turning white The beauty of the forest the ogalala still high The air was heavy even when it’s late The nighttime will come but the cool will stay away