Calender Days

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 townSo 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 brownOh, 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 heartThrown 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