Testi
Summer days were just a magazine
A magazine, a magazine
Cutting grass for gasoline
For gasoline so I can see ya soon
Fall swooned
Left me drunk in a field
Dandelion wine for a year
And I packed up the dust
Of all that I owned
Handkerchief hung from a pole
I rolled out the day that the apples fell
Gregory Alan Isakov
THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.