Calender Days

Calender Dayswhen hope is gonewe drag the pondand try to look beyondthe dead end of summerthere’s a haze hanging over the townso hide your eyesignore the fliesand try to act surprisedit’s the dead edn of summerwhen all of the grass has gone brownoh, i’ve been x’ing out calendar daysthere’s a pattern to our time apartdo i still existin the bottomless pit of your heartthrown or fellit’s hard to tellthe baby’s in the wellat the dead end of summeryou better prime the divining rodwe’ll drink unitlwe drink our fillthere’s all this time to killat the dead end of summerwith the bugs singing louder than god