You leave the city in the summertime
When all the berries hang for thee
Vines climb and intertwined they cry
Sweetly
You see the world behind you shivering
You laugh in spite of everything
Hear me so satisfied and free
Weeping
On a hill on Hanford Street
I can't wait until we meet
At the last oasis in the place we call our own
Lately, all the faces aren't much more than skin and bone
On a hill on Hanford Street
I can't wait until we meet
At the last oasis in the place we call our own
Lately, all the faces aren't much more than skin and bone
You leave the city in the summertime
When all the berries hang for thee
Vines climb and intertwined they cry
Don't leave
