It's quiet on the Prarie (late at night)
I can hear the crickets sing (sad songs)
I listen like you're leaving (or even worse)
Like you've already gone

And I can still remember
Indianapolis
Well, the sun was finnally setting
The summer'd been an awful mess

Hey, that's ok it doesn't matter 
Anyway. Down the road we might be friends again
Someday. I'll be finding thoughts of you will be so far
Far away, they'll be nothing left to say

And the summer's never ending
It goes on and on and on
Things that melt, they tend towards puddles
And all I hear are Beach Boys songs

Help me Rhonda, Help me Rhonda
Help me mend a broken heart
Everyday's a bad vibration
Help me make a brand new start