Let�s ride our bikes down to 48th
A drop in a pool that never permeates
And I found rhubarb even if it�s late
Find me something sweet and I�ll make it okay
August in the heat
Beneath a shady tree
I hope our kids can feel the breeze
All my dreams so free
But tell me how to be
In this late summer heat
I'm scared of
All the things they�ll miss, decembers turning white
The beauty of the forest the ogalala still high
The air was heavy even when it�s late
The nighttime will come but the cool will stay away
