Last summer

I was thinking about last summer
It's the last thing that I remember
That I would ever want to remember
I was thinking about last summer

Morning sunlight through the window
Just as all the winds blow
To where the other winds go
Morning sunlight through the window

The waves would get our feet wet
Then lay down and forget
And slide under the coming
Waves to get our feet wet

A flock was moving southward
Smiling with a line
Disappearing, leaving sky
For the next flock moving southward

I was thinking about last summer
It's the last thing that I remember
That I would ever want to remember
I was thinking about last summer