June
Came upon us much too soon,
Then was gone.
Gone
Like the mountains of the moon
At dawn.

Then the sun came up on a sleepy day,
And never went down at night.
And the crowd kept on singing "Waste Away",
But it just didn't feel right.

[Chorus]
And the prince and the drummer and the firegirls
Couldn't get our guitars in tune.
And I knew it was over when the soundman said,
"I wish we were still in June."

June...
Telephones in private rooms...
Hot bath.
Bathe
In the smell of the buzz's perfume.
Man, I want to go back.

[Chorus]

And we knew
It couldn't be true.
It wasn't free --
It wasn't for me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

June
Came upon us much too soon,
Then was gone.

[Chorus]

And we knew
It couldn't be true.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

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Writer(s): Christopher Frederick Thompson, Julie Elaine Claytor, Mark Gaudet, Richard Jon White