Yellow jackets clinging To a sticky lid Drip of her hair on the nape of her neck We're still wet by the old quarry Creep of desire while we're drying on the deck
Ohhh....your sister
You know I saw her on the cool cut grass I need to see her, you know she goes away
We went swimming By the side of the road Mud oozing up between our toes She cut herself - but it wasn't so bad, I had to hold her there i hope you're not mad
You know she's singing in the field down by the tracks I need to see her and you know she goes away
Naked on the boat dock In the thundering rain Children in the backyard, banging on the screen Nighthawks are buzzing down over head Another year, and you know it's gone and dead
You know I saw her in the dusk down by the bay I need to see her and you know she goes away Can/t taste the summer now, she goes away I know she's leaving, september's on the way