Summer in No-Man's-Land

In the summer I was waiting for the daughter of a drunk and a waitress
To recover, to get better
Till the last day of the summer had blown over
The birds were singing a last goodbye
The only thing that could be heard
Except for the sobbing and dropping of tears
A loss of someone who’d really been gone for years
Sky was bluer than ever before
Our minds were bluer than ever before
Attacks of free sharks in the harbor
Far from all this misery is misery
Here they sit in the pouring sun all day long just wasting time
All day long just waiting for a stranger’s eye and a stranger’s smile
In the trembling air for the laughter and eyes rolling round in your head
Till the day you drop dead on your side on the living room floor as I took the
bus loaded with stuff
And oceans of sweat pouring down on my back oceans of sweat pouring down on my back
In the summer I was waiting for the daughter of a drunk and a waitress
To recover, to get better
Till the last day of the summer had blown over