"No, I don't," I tell her tongue
  I tell her, still I drink it all
  And now my head's so silver numb
  I guess she's crystal clear
    Cuz she's all a blur, playing quarter songs
  And she keeps her eyes at the jukebox
  on the needle til it falls
    Summer doll, my will's so low
  See her laughing on her own
  See her dancing all alone, again
  Tell my thoughts I will go home
  Singing like a drunken dove
  Dreaming like a bum in love again
    Somewhere down her silver song
  I saw her turn and gently gave around
  My dumb eyes caught hers on me
  then she turned her heels
    We'll never go, cuz we couldn't talk
  This silver date slips into the somber
  waitress' last call
    Summer doll, my will's so low
  See her laughing on her own
  See her dancing all alone, again
  Tell my thoughts I will go home
  Singing like a drunken dove
  Dreaming like a bum in love again