Out on the lawn Labor Day Popsicle melts down your face Cicadas beat their wings Barbecued chicken and meat When will it snow? When will it snow? Sweat holds the pennies in place I stick fifteen on your face The soles of our feet have been baked I wish I were back in May When will it snow? When will it snow? And God only knows How free I can feel tonight I've longed with the moon Under the water I go I touch the ocean floor The sand in my fingertips The sound in my head Nobody knows what I know Nobody knows what I'm feeling Nobody knows what I feel Nobody knows When will it snow? Concerts are free Sunday night Come hear the songs by seaside Lawn chairs and popcorn and ice