Long Island sun   It wakes me up,   sneaks from the east into my window up above   and I wish it were you   crawling through that pane   for that I'd trade this sunshine    for a week of rain      It's a small world, or so they so   But mostly it feels large   When we walk through these deserts of sorrow   Waiting for the next mirage      On Southern Parkway,   There's a traffic jam   Thousands of cars are making love   while the drivers throw their hands   The sun beats down on   everything and everyone   but I wish you were here with me   melting under this Long Island sun      It's up above the world so high   ticking like a bomb   while half the world is looking away    with their TV sets on   Next time you visit Long Island    we'll go walking on the beach   Even if it's pouring down on us,   in my mind we'll never leave      You bring your pipe   and I'll bring my lungs   and we'll see if all our questions   get answered from above   The sun's painting diamonds   across the ocean's skin   When you see that open window   I hope you let yourself in      It's a spoonful of sugar they say   that helps the drugs go down   You're the sweetness in my sunspots, baby   you're the swings on my playground   The next time you visit Long Island    we'll go swimming at Jones Beach   and even if it's pouring down on us,    in my mind we'll never leave