Calender Days Lyrics - Ass Ponys

When hope is gone 

We drag the pond 

And try to look beyond 

The dead end of summer 

There's a haze hanging over the town 

So hide your eyes 

Ignore the flies 

And try to act surprised 

It's the dead end of summer 

When all of the grass has gone brown 

Oh, I've been x'ing out calendar days 

There's a pattern to our time apart 

Do I still exist 

In the bottomless pit of your heart 

Thrown or fell 

It's hard to tell 

The baby's in the well 

At the dead end of summer 

You better prime the divining rod