If we took off for the summer
If we took off for a song
If we sort of did a runner
Would you my love, would you come along
If we found the half-light
On the West Atlantic trail
Would you be with me in the morning
As the winds of time set sail
Right now I see the grasses
At the dawning of the night
As the clouds move dusk thus passes
And the lens catches the last of the light
Through the small picture window
The pace of life is steadfastly honed
Each new scene is a movement
Colours so so freely loaned
If we took off for the summer
Would you happily come along
If we sort of did that runner
Would you shout out for a song
