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 drown in a smile man lose that frown yeah we`ll both still be around come the morning when summer ends she just want`s 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