The summer's coming; I know for sure
It's mentioned on the radio
and so is war
We're waiting for the sun to come
and nothing more

Come over if you have the time
We can play some records
and drink my wine
You always seem so busy
but I don't mind

So I sat and waited
for something diffuse
for something unwanted
for some excuse
It's not in the weather
It's not in the sky
the grey, grey sky

Who knows what will become of us?
You should get your shit together
and not make a fuss
Don't you ever wanna go outside?
Let's take the bus

I know a place where we can rest our minds
Where most of the people ain't alive
You can meet me at the gates
at half past five

But you never turned up
so I walked a mile
alone by the gravestones
and thought "oh my
One day I'll be stone dead
One day I'll be gone"
What a sad, sad song