Swollen Summer
SAMUEL BINGHAM ENDICOTT
Downtown in the shade
Staring at the sunshine in my face
Telling me to come and hide, come and play
I'm telling you the sun never goes away
And all I do is talk, talk, talk all day
I'm laughing my life away
I'm staring at the sun again
Till everything's fading
It's like a swollen summer
What if I'm getting dumber?
What if I'm just in denial?
What if they come and cop my style?
Downtown in the clear
All I know is nothing ever changes here
And I know there's no excuse and no defense
But my summertime never ends