Between the Lines

Motorboats along the green And words get in the way If you read between the lines What would you say? What would you say? Forlorn summer and Taking a trip to the moon To the moon You've been here by me But there's something I can't say I'm afraid to spoil the fun 'Cuz words get in the way Words get in the way Running through The woods' pine smells so sweet Pinecones falling at my feet At my feet Such a heavenly blow On a summer afternoon On a summer afternoon