Summers coming what will we do

 

It's coming on summer

more tourists than I have ever seen

The breeze smells like beach sage

and the water tastes like gasoline

the freeway is so crowded

it tries my patience it's true

I would park my car and walk

just to get back to you

someday the wind will change

peace will come again

the angels will sing softly

what will we do then

oh what will we do then