| So much simple summer strives to convince us of its pride | |
| To unite all the locals and the details of a ride | |
| Through a pastiche of painless principles and repeated distant-heart designs | |
| your resilience is your special way to share with me your time | |
| The spareness of monotony and ease will over time | |
| Give us a new energy like Miles, but satisfied | |
| So lose that heady pandering to the over-educated sublime | |
| Because your patience is a simple way to share with me your time | |
| Part of this familiar is the halo of the strange | |
| Part of all the fuck-ups is the will to make a change | |
| Part of this whole routine is your shoulders gentle play | |
| That coaxes this old body into the current of every day | |
| It's me again, talking about some other kind of love | |
| It's me again, reaching down to touch you from above | |
| Won't you just tell me when I can take my place back in your mind | |
| Your patience is a simple way to share with me your time | |
| It's me again, talking about some other kind of love | |
| It's me again, reaching down to touch you from above | |
| Won't you just tell me when I can take my place back in your mind | |
| Your patience is a simple way |