in the summer I was waiting for the daughter of a drunk and a waitress    to recover, to get better   till the last day of the summer had blown over   the birds were singing a last goodbye   the only thing that could be heard   except for the sobbing and dropping of tears   a loss of someone who’d really been gone for years   sky was bluer than ever before   our minds were bluer than ever before   attacks of free sharks in the harbor   far from all this misery is misery   here they sit in the pouring sun all day long just wasting time    all day long just waiting for a stranger’s eye and a stranger’s smile   in the trembling air for the laughter and eyes rolling round in your head   till the day you drop dead on your side on the living room floor as I took the bus loaded with stuff   and oceans of sweat pouring down on my back oceans of sweat pouring down on my back   in the summer I was waiting for the daughter of a drunk and a waitress    to recover, to get better   till the last day of the summer had blown over