Popsicle melts down your face
Cicadas beat their wings
Barbecued chicken and meat
When will it snow?
When will it snow?
Sweat holds the pennies in place
I stick fifteen on your face
The soles of our feet have been baked
I wish I were back in May
When will it snow?
When will it snow?
And God only knows
How free I can feel tonight
I've longed with the moon
Under the water I go
I touch the ocean floor
The sand in my fingertips
The sound in my head
Nobody knows what I know
Nobody knows what I'm feeling
Nobody knows what I feel
Nobody knows
When will it snow?
Concerts are free Sunday night
Come hear the songs by seaside
Lawnchairs and popcorn and ice
Postcards from east oceanside
Out on the lawn Labor Day Popsicle melts down your face Cicadas beat their wings Barbecued chicken and meat When will it snow? When will it snow? Sweat holds the pennies in place I stick fifteen on your face The soles of our feet have been baked I wish I were back in May When will it snow? When will it snow? And God only knows How free I can feel tonight I've longed with the moon Under the water I go I touch the ocean floor The sand in my fingertips The sound in my head Nobody knows what I know Nobody knows what I'm feeling Nobody knows what I feel Nobody knows When will it snow? Concerts are free Sunday night Come hear the songs by seaside Lawnchairs and popcorn and ice Postcards from east oceanside Explain Request ×
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