And just like that the summer ends
With the whistle of a rocket and the hiss
that escapes from a canfull of bubbles
With a muffled sound that is either a cough
or the long sigh that follows surrender
And just like that the summer ends
The calendar turns to October
The clock will turn back but just for one hour
and nothing else ever turns back or regrows
or blossoms or fades into softness and warmth
And just like that the summer ends
With no time for excuse or permission
With no appeal to reason, persuasion,
reconsideration, patience, or mercy
Without even taking a breath before the plunge
And just like that the summer ends
It gathers up all its belongings,
packs them into impregnable shells,
scatters them to the labyrinth wind
and closes its eyes to the coming devastation
Words & Music by Mike Power 