How many summers can one hope to see
I can count mine on five hands
And what is summer but a curtain
That's been cast out of the way
What if we were birds
Touching downÂ
Only to wonder
Why the others will not fly
What if we could swim forever
And even after drowning
Find a home
In the deepest reaches of the sea
What if the swell kept mounting
And a star could never set
The withering winds kept blowing
And two strangers never met
So for now we'll share the summer
And with the river run
On weathered wings we'll rise up
And sail into the Sun