Dog day afternoon 
I can see your face 
I know you"ll get here soon 
And we"ll leave this place 
I would just lay in the mustard seed 
And watch you climb the trees 
Look for fool"s gold in the scary creek 
Splash you, cold, and hear you scream 
 [bad word]  
No one"s here to see us 
I"m kinda liking you too 
No one"s here to believe us 
And I don"t wanna share you 
 [bad word]  
Years gone by and this creek"s all dried 
Funny little things never work out 
Years gone by and this creek"s all dry 
Funny little things never work out 

Monday"s came to soon 
And you went away 
Lord knows I think of you 
Every single day 
We would just lay in that beat up car 
And laugh until we cried 
We took our shoes off and went a bit too far 
I see it in your eyes 
 [bad word]  
 [bad word]  
 [bad word]  
 [bad word]  

Years gone by and this creek"s all dried 
Funny little things never work out 
Years gone by and this creek"s all dry