I was waiting by the back door and all the lights were on Summer was in the air, there was a party going on Somewhere in the barn of a neighbouring farm There were lights tied to the trees On coffee coloured strings I did not expect to see him like some thomas hardy spectre But he took me in his one-room house and sent me with a greeting To the party in the barn of a neighbouring farm There were lights tied to the trees On coffee coloured strings We saw the insects flicker on the window's golden beam And at 5am the ground was wet We were tripping over coffee coloured strings Seven generations ran their fingers through this soil A late night last survivor and a party going on Oh we talked about so many things The things you read in magazines And as the talk ran out we watched the stars We saw the insects flicker on the window's golden beam And at 5am the ground was wet We were tripping over coffee coloured strings