Red ball of sun falters until it’s out of reach,
Head in my hand, stranded on some deserted beach,
Starlight brushes my shoulder,
Tonight I’m suddenly older.
All too soon, (summer is over)
All too soon, (the planet is colder)
All too soon, (heartbeats are slower)
All too soon, (season is sleeping)
All too soon, (willows are weeping)
All too soon, (clock hands are creeping)
All too soon.
Moon on the rise,
Gold ball of beeswax rolling in space,
Wind in my eyes, caught in a draft of time and place,
No crowds; moon and me only,
Surf pounds; I’m suddenly lonely.
All too soon, (summer is over)
All too soon, (the planet is colder)
All too soon, (heartbeats are slower)
All too soon, (season is sleeping)
All too soon, (willows are weeping)
All too soon, (clock hands are creeping)
All too soon.
I love this life slipping through my hands,
I close my eyes.
Ribbon of road, hazy ahead in taillight red,
Radio on, weaving a memory with musical thread,
Feelings gush like a geyser,
I think that I’m older and wiser.
All too soon, (summer is over)
All too soon, (the planet is colder)
All too soon, (heartbeats are slower)
All too soon, (season is sleeping)
All too soon, (willows are weeping)
All too soon, (clock hands are creeping)
All too soon.
