Like morbid cities that come out only in summer I'm suiting up for an ordinary May Couldn't find it safer than a primrose led revival The whole stupid mess is on its way And of all the other people here I'd rather be here with you Crowds gather 'round until the dust moves in completely We'll part with them even though your troubles linger The air sweet and pollen grabs you last before you dream And of all the little boys and girls And of all the other people here I'd rather be here with you This kind of day won't get you down The wind's blowing everything around You know it's not the end of the world You know it's not the end all, end all Under the cover of the sympathetic mover I ventured asking what about this is all wrong You said: "Be quiet, and enjoy the peaceful weather" And of all the little boys and girls And of all the other people here I'd rather be here with you This kind of day won't get you down The wind's blowing everything around You know it's not the end of the world You know it's not the end all, end all You know it's not the end of the world You know it's not the end all, end all