What becomes of the longing

Once your love's been spent

And the world becomes a stranger

But maybe not all that strange yet

What do you tell the madman

Who wants to see you dead

And against your will comes wisdom

And 40 more years left ahead

Wish it all away

The heat of the day

Until summer's gone

Until summer's gone

I drive around the city

The place I knew is gone

There's no fun to left to fear but

To Georgie it's still Babylon

The girls look good in riches

Finer still in rags

And the old shirts stretch across me

A lecherous old windbag

Wish for skies of gray

In the heat of the day

Until summer's gone

Until summer's gone

Until summer's gone

Until summer's gone

But you eat a peach

Or you skin your knee

And time can't touch

Me