Stow all her letters
Stow all those poems
They belong to a girl
I used to know
There's still music on Queen Street
Where all the young girls go
I would rather be down there
Than to read these notes
I praise all these soft summer girls
They take me away from the one I used to know
By the lights of the kitchen
I've been reading your notes
Didn't notice I had forgotten
The sound of your voice
Are you still the same girl I used to know?
Do you still wake up early to write your poems?
I praise all these soft summer girls
They take me away from the one I used to know
I praise all these soft summer girls
All that's left now are summer girls