I would like to go to London
I would like to go to Rome
I would like to go to anywhere
But home
I would like to go to Richard
I would like to go to Sue
I would like to go to anyone
But you
Summer is a dressy girl
Her perfume smells too strong
Her make up is too bright
Her laughter lasts too long
I know I used to like her
Don't know why she makes me blue
The only thing I know is
That it's not because of you
Recalling your voice
In the morning
Recalling your out-of-bed hair
Recalling your carefully calling my name
Recalling it all
Everywhere
