On certain Sundays in November. When the weather bothers me. I empty drawers of other summer's. Where my shadows used to be. She is standing by the water. As her smile begins to curl. In this or any other summer. She is something all together different. Never just an ordinary girl. And in the evenings on Long Island. When the colors start to fade. She wears a silly yellow hat. That someone gave her when she stayed. I didn't think that she returned it. We left New York in a whirl. Time expands and then contracts. When you are spinning. In the grips of someone. Who is not an ordinary girl. When you sleep. You find your mother in the night. But she stays just out of sight. So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming. And when you wake the morning covers you with light. And it makes you feel alright. But it's just the same hard candy. You're remembering again. You send your lover off to China. Then you wait for her to call. You put your girl up on a pedestal. Then you wait for her to fall. I put my summer's back in a letter. And I hide it from the world. All the regrets you can't forget. Are somehow pressed upon a picture. In the face of such an ordinary girl. When you sleep. You find your mother in the night. But she fades just out of sight. So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming. And when you wake the morning showers you with light. And it makes you feel alright. But it's just the same hard candy. You're remembering again. Again 4X. It's just the same hard candy. You're remembering again. Again 4X. And it's just the same hard candy. You're remembering again. Go ask her to come around. And see me late after dark. Don't ask me to come around. Then wait to see if there's a spark..