June

June

came upon us much too soon,

then was gone.

Gone

like the mountains of the moon

at dawn.

Then the sun came up on a sleepy day,

and never went down at night.

And the crowd kept on singing "Waste Away",

but it just didn't feel right.

And the prince and the drummer and the firegirls

couldn't get our guitars in tune.

And I knew it was over when the soundman said,

"I wish we were still in June."

June...

Telephones in private rooms...

Hot bath.

Bathe

in the smell of the buzz's perfume.

Man, I want to go back.

CHORUS

And we knew

it couldn't be true.

It wasn't free --

it wasn't for me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

June

came upon us much too soon,

then was gone.

CHORUS

And we knew

it couldn't be true.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...