Michael Zapruder Summer's Last Day
The calendar says August isn't gone
So the long sunny days will burn on awhile
But I feel it now, whatever the date
Tomorrow will be fall
Summer's last day has to come
Taking you back where you're from
I'm glad you could come, and I wish you could stay
Your settling son has too much to say
But I hope you can tell that he's doing all right
Thinking of you tonight
Summer's last day has to come
Taking you back where you're from
Oh, someday in a month or two, I'll come see you
With the snow shining round your feet
Last night, I dreamed of a plane that crashed in a lake
It burst into flames, but we all escaped
Ain't that how it is when you want it to last
Summer's last day has to come
Taking you back where you're from
