Downhill ride down clinton st, bound for valentine's,
Summer breeze like cool with heat, alright
All this time, still grateful for bikes on warm, late nights,
Some are dreamlike, hours seem like sails,
All this smiling, skin in the wind and I breathe right,
Summer breeze like

Later on, we will walk to the door
Where am i, where am i gonna go?

Canada, we could go, some do
Don't know how don't know where don't know why, don't know when, i know i gotta go real soon

Run, run, you little fawn in the red woods,
You're a harbinger to us, never seen a