It’s Labor Day, the well is dryer Autumn’s on our shoes In Bellport Bay, summer’s on our shoulders and flaking off like perfume Let’s hit the water, dismiss the vultures And throw our tickets away Cause fates a ferry that’s shadowed by the seaweed With spreadsheets on it’s wings
Let’s miss the boat Miss the boat and stay
We can wait till December when the ice finds lagoons Sick and tired of lover bees that buzz when the city blooms They take my pictures and leave like locusts Brown fields from the green They break the levees, acting out the mob scene Fueled by glue and greed
Let’s miss the boat and stay Miss the boat and stay