Summer girl, melting me. Hopelessly drifting out to sea. Let me take you to the old arcade. I got a pocket full of sandy change. . I don't know much but I have a clue.
There you go around your tiny world again. Playing space man in your silver ship. You say you wanna come back down to Earth again. When you're down you find your mind and slip.
Sister Psychic won't you tell me. Does it ever get better. Can you really see the future. Or just predict the weather. Are we in our finest hour Or headed for disaster.
The shoes you wear, ain't the shoes I'd wear. But I don't care. You've got things to say. But they're thrown away 'cause they're so passe. To them, they, who are they anyway.
We're on the move. The ride was rough but she was smooth. Waiting in the wings just doing her thing. Locomoting to the groove. . Number one, have some fun, that's the rule of the road.
Walking on down to the seventh grade dance. And I don't know what we're going there for. No one's gonna talk to us, we'll look really silly. Just staring at the gymnasium floor.