You build it up to tear it down
And give it almost all you have
And keep the most important piece
So failure won’t have all its sting.
Summer’s coming
Winter’s running
Keep her near you
Don’t kill the fear.
It’s afternoon on 101
Floor heat on and windows down
The sun has two more hours of life
Before its last dying breath.
She is smiling
Salty air is
Filling our lungs
Life is open.
She leaned over
Whispered to me so softly,
«Wouldn’t it be nice.»
It’s almost more than I can stand
It’s hard to take all of it in
I’m trying to find the monkey’s hand
To keep the beauty from ten.
And say, maybe someday I’ll be lucky
It’s not my fault I’m still stuck here.
Summer’s coming
Winter’s running
Keep her near you
Don’t kill the fear…
