Permanent Summer

Pour me a potion that turns me gold I'm not angry, Lucinda, but baby got old There's the dawn on your doorstep The day in your eyes You miraculous creature The desert's design Semper fi now, good soldier Carry on now The river's dry And should I see you in line at the movies On some sensible day of the week When the sky sings science fiction And your hair's doing that flippy thing Would you want me to walk on over Would you want me to say hello Would a quiet glance over the shoulder Not entirely spoil the show Permanent Summer pass me your laziest cloud Here we are Unroll the blanket, sit down I'm dreaming—I'm dreaming Oh Down by the beach Bare feet, blue jeans Set the sun Low on the line Color the waves Horned owl eyes Blow out your lungs Empty and dry Ancient and old Turn me