Summer Days Lyrics & Chords By Camper Van Beethoven

Gone, Incan summer days,
Wild-wood breeze,
Flowers in decay,
We're old tigers,
Sleeping in the sun,
Dreaming of the hunt
We were hunters once,
Wild and free,
before the city life waged slavery,
Familiar to our gods,
northern in our ways
Grey stalk-home housing blocks,
Wet cement, the grimy city clock,
bright plastic seats,
On the empty tram,
Shuffle off to work
Blank, staring at the screen,
Key-click sound,
The endless drudgery,
Push back the chair,
Out into the hall,
Exit to the stairs
Laugh, smoke a cigarette
She whispers close,
Watch from the roof,
Dirty seagulls fly,
100 feet below