One for the lanterns, two for the bugs Three for the punch at the summer ball Four for the dances, five for the dusk The things I must focus on instead of her
Six for the hum of cellos in C shart Playing waltzes for shuffling feet Seven for the glare off every glassy thing And eight for the scent of daises in the spring
But Sallie's hard as stone And the look she's giving me No kisses on the cheek And I've nobody if she says no