It’s worse than trying to steer on a bike that’s got no gears,

With the handlebars all bent

I know where I want to go

but it’s out of my control

In which direction I’ll be sent

Trying to make myself more room to contemplate my fall

Then act as though it’s meant

Id carry on but I think all in all

This analogy is spent

On & on & on I go

Writing songs that no-one knows

I’ll fight my corner with devotion

It’s my duty to be stay outspoken

Using prose with made up words

Eloquent but down to earth

It started way back on a Saturday

A love affair on an Autumn afternoon

Filled my days with such excitement that very soon

Mom + Dad would only make it worse

Buy me books & shirts

Though the seasons come & went it seems my days were heaven sent

My mind thought blue & white instead sex & girls

And I want her I will wait til Summer

Torn in two pieces by the apple of my eye

And not anyone knows the reason why

Now I need her so badly

How do I choose how to pledge my loyalty

Up in the clouds or on the terraces

All I do is sit and agonise

Feel the tension rise

Phone the clubcall everyday

To help my problems ease away

Now I need her here with me

My little Summer girl