Last Summer

<p>I was thinking about last summer It's the last thing that I remember That I would ever want to remember I was thinking about last summer</p><p>Morning sunlight through the window Just as all the winds blow To where the other winds go Morning sunlight through the window</p><p>The waves would get our feet wet Then lay down and forget And slide under the coming Waves to get our feet wet</p><p>A flock was moving southward Smiling with a line Disappearing, leaving sky For the next flock moving southward</p><p>I was thinking about last summer It's the last thing that I remember That I would ever want to remember I was thinking about last summer</p>