summer rolls
Lyrics by Brendon Porter and Kay Sahagian
It won’t stop you from letting her go
Your fancy words and obligations
She’s peering right on through, right on through, right to your soul
She’s an alchemist with aggregations
She’s halfway across the parking lot
She’s got a Soul with 5-gear transition
Just the distance of a tacit thought
A phone call and she’s listening
Oh the clock ticks
Oh the wind blows
Oh Summer Rolls
Hope grows in places months away
As the seasons begin to change
Baby blues turn to skies of gray
But until then, I’m stuck in the rain
Oh the clock ticks
Oh the wind blows
Oh Summer Rolls
And I look forward to returning back to you
You look happy enough to run home
But I hope you find what you’re looking for
You deserve to fly on your own
Oh the clock ticks
Oh the wind blows
Oh Summer Rolls
Oh the clock ticks
Oh the wind blows
Oh Summer Rolls