Kicking a bottle down an empty street Where the trees grow tall and the old folks sleep We walked long when we were young 'Cause we read no metaphor in the setting sun You don't have to sing a sunny day You can be done with it and walk away No lonesome melodies, you're far from harm No heart and arrow burning on your arm We dreamed we were anarcho-nudists But we were only college students Counting our blessings on the north dorm lawn Fully enamored of our boho charm You don't have to sing a sunny day You can be done with it and walk away No lonesome melodies, you're far from harm No heart and arrow burning on your arm What simple joy just not to think Make origami, save the ink All monologues must reach an end You'll fall in love again You don't have to sing a sunny day You can be done with it and walk away No lonesome melodies, you're far from harm No heart and arrow burning on your arm