Go away summer, let me be Okay, fine, I'll get to Edward Abbey Buried in Joshua Tree Closed the book for fear I am sand moving across the ocean Till it ends up on the dunes of Colorado There's been two ways this could go And I've been waiting to say How the passage of a book had frightened me Though passage as a route can be so beautifully damned But I'd rather be fishing, slowly passing time So I'm drinking my wine on a Saturday night But we're headed real fast, yes, we're headed alright To a place I've never been and never really wanted to go This is not what I know Crack of thunder opens my eyes This is not what I know The sunset makes a sharp line It makes a sharp line From the east to the west You want to look at me when I am old Do you want more light sweetheart, and a blanket to keep warm? 'Cause it's silly to sit in the dark and cold When everything is all around you're never getting old I am sand moving across the ocean Till it ends up on the dunes of Colorado You are not at home But I know which way you roam You are not at home But the lights are low and warm You are not at home But it sounds so good on the stereo You are not at home Where did you go? The echoes of your face are here to stay For a little while longer till time falls away But if you're going and you're gone and you're never coming back Can you tell me one time "I'll see you in the morning"?