in the shadow of office parks
and the sun off of the lake
we wander round and round
covered with light and sound
the foutain's on in the park
the summer's still holding on
but death is so sweet and long
waiting for fall to come.
when we look-- upon how we live
how heavily we wait the things we have given
yeah, but nobody wants something that no one else loves
so in order to bless, we must, then, give up.