I wrote this one in the summer floating around in a pool listening to the...(More)

I wrote this one in the summer floating around in a pool listening to the Kinks... Hey Mr. Summer Time Written by Jordan Clermont The conversation comes to an end He moves towards the door, Claims he's got places to attend, I beg him to stay a few minutes more, He doesn't hesitate or move his head, Grabs his coat so light to carry. The word "no" is never truly said, It isn't necessary... I bite my tongue, But it don't hurt, It must be done, I call out to him, Hey Mr. Summer Time won't you stay, It feels like you've only just arrived, it's too early, to be saying goodbyes He moves his eyes in my direction, Speaks like a wind chime, But I can still feel the sting of rejection, Says he'll be back again in no time, Grabs the hat he wears like a crown, Puts on his blue suede shoes, Heads into the screaming town, Singing the old wintertime blues, I bite my tongue, But it don't hurt, It must be done, I call out... Hey Mr. Summer Time won't you stay, It feels like you've only just arrived, it's too early, to be saying goodbyes(Less)