My Song For The Summer

'Cause it's going to be a hot one:


"There must be some kind of way out of here," Said the joker to the thief," There's too much confusion,I can't get no relief.


"No reason to get excited," The thief, he kindly spoke "There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"

Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl