"No, I don't," I tell her tongue

I tell her, still I drink it all

And now my head's so silver numb

I guess she's crystal clear



Cause she's all a blur

Playing quarter songs

And she keeps her eyes at the jukebox

on the needle til it falls



Summer doll, my will's so low

See her laughing on her own

See her dancing all alone, again

Tell my thoughts I will go home

Singing like a drunken dove

Dreaming like a bum in love again



Somewhere down her silver song

I saw her turn and gently gave around

My dumb eyes caught hers on me

then she turned her heels



We'll never go, cause we couldn't talk

This silver date slips into the somber

waitress' last call



Summer doll, my will's so low

See her laughing on her own

See her dancing all alone, again

Tell my thoughts I will go home

Singing like a drunken dove

Dreaming like a bum in love again