No Summer

It was the year that there was no summer
The sand bags on the damn wall had broken down
It didn’t seem so bad at the time
But easy to see when we were dry

While there are things I’m gonna miss about floating
I’ve been to the feast and now I’m happy to starve
There are things I’m gonna miss about floating
I’ve been to the been beach and now I’m ready for Mars

They moved the money tree to higher ground
We waited all year but they never did bring it back down
The only one who watered the damn thing
Died when he crashed in his little broken dream

While there are things I’m gonna miss about floating
I’ve been to the feast and now I’m happy to starve
There are things I’m gonna miss about floating
I’ve been to the been beach and now I’m ready for Mars

Now I’m ready