Under your bed, the desert flowers in bloomWith water catching the bed, vibes like allergies in JuneAfter a long July, you finally cleaned your roomAte too many Snickers bars and slept until noonSummer's almost over, nowYou will find your way out, you will find your way outSummer's almost over, nowYou will find your way out, you will find your way outDump your desires and dump your plans for the futureTil' you want revolution, are you willing to lose?Sweat through the fire of August, nothing goes ripe too soonBut stockpiles of patience smell like rotten virtueSummer's almost over, nowYou will find your way out, you will find your way outSummer's almost over, nowYou will find your way out, you will find your way outUnder your bed, the desert flowers rise up your bluesYou pray for October rain, couldn't come too soon
