In another younger day I could dream the time away. In the universe inside my room. And the world was really mine from June till September. And if it wasn't really so I was lucky not to know.
Summer's almost over and I'm crying but I don't know why. Sentimental old fool, weeping for this blue, blue sky. And the way the cat is sleeping and the way the garden grew.
A woman my age, sittin' here cryin'. I oughta be stronger than I am. Oughta take comfort in wisdom or something like that. But it isn't that way, cause sooner or later.
All is fair in love and war. The piper calls the tune. You haven't really played the game. Till you've broken all the rules. . So take the best of everything.