Please make me young, at least for the moment,
There's magic in your hands, I just wanna know its name,
Do you want to see the clouds in your sky and turn your flowers into lies'
That's so wrong for your green summer lawn.

Down for the third time, we're so scared to death,
How good are you' How good at holding your breath'
And this lurid scene it's all unadorned,
Better leave celluloid, the cutting room floor,
And gone to your green summer lawn.

There's the wind behind the stars,
There's the voice that says, "You are more than you think you are,"
Why am I so cold...so cold before my time'

Said, babe, can you rephrase' - there's no poetry in that line,
Don't know the score, you don't know when you lose,
And this stuff that you buy in place of the truth won't stay strong,
Let your worries be gone,
Put your dancing shoes on for your green summer lawn.

Green summer lawn,
Green summer lawn,
Oh.

Oh, green summer lawn,
Oh, oh, oh, hey,
Ooh.