What becomes of the longing
Once your love’s been spent?
And the world becomes a stranger
But maybe not all that strange yet

What do you tell the mad man
Who wants to see you dead?
And against your will comes wisdom
And 40 more years left ahead

Wish it all away
The heat of the day
Until summer’s gone
Until summer’s gone

I drive around the city
The place I knew is gone
There's no fun to left to fear but
To Georgie it’s still Babylon

The girls look good in riches
Finer still in rags
And the old shirts stretch across me
A lecherous old windbag

Wish for skies of gray
In the heat of the day
Until summer’s gone
Until summer’s gone
Until summer’s gone
Until summer’s gone

But you eat a peach
Or you skin your knee
And time can’t touch me