Sunday morning in G-d’s square mile, trying to think of something worthwhile.

End of the season and the melancholy won’t leave me.

11:00 on the boardwalk / It’s a sin to be inside.

On a day named for work, nobody’s working

It’s a mellow song, a summer song, and it’s all I’ll ever need

It’s the end of the season / But it’s time for a new beginning.

The sounds at the fall of night / Made us feel all right / We were dancing in the moonlight / Like spirits in the night.