Last Days of Summer

Last days of summer, we're changing our tune;
winter wind's come to burst our balloon.
Lost in our memories of yesterday's sun,
the wind is unraveling the dreams that we'd spun.

I'll try to remember the things that we had.
When I dream of your smile, I'll always be glad.
Take to some shelter whenever it rains,
shake out the cold, and forget all the pain.

So it's out to the highway and stick out my thumb
The slow walk I'm taking will turn to a run,
and the howl of the wind will make my soul numb
so I'll pack up my bags and I'll follow the sun.

The road is so long, where it leads I don't know
but I hope that it leads me away from the snow.
Ice in my heart is beginning to form
erasing our love in the wake of its storm.

So it's out to the highway and stick out my thumb
The slow walk I'm taking will turn to a run,
and the howl of the wind will make my soul numb
so I'll pack up my bags and I'll follow the sun.

Last days of summer, we're changing our tune;
winter wind's come to burst our balloon.
Lost in our memories of yesterday's sun,
the wind is unraveling the dreams that we'd spun.

1984, Chicago, IL