Calender Days

Ass Ponys

When hope is gone

We drag the pond

And try to look beyond

The dead end of summer

There's a haze hanging over the town

So hide your eyes

Ignore the flies

And try to act surprised

It's the dead end of summer



When all of the grass has gone brown

Oh, I've been x'ing out calendar days

There's a pattern to our time apart

Do I still exist

In the bottomless pit of your heart

Thrown or fell

It's hard to tell

The baby's in the well

At the dead end of summer



You better prime the divining rod

We'll drink until

We drink our fill

There's all this time to kill

At the dead end of summer

With the bugs singing louder than god