Looking At Long Days

Milk boy staring at the clock spinning so slowly up in the Front of the class. The second hand's like a snail on tranquilizers, just about as fast as Molasses. You're looking at long days Got those dog-faced sack-lunch blues. It's practice for the real thing. You're looking at long days son but how soon will you be wishing You had more of those. Comes a lady on the coattails of summer and she smashes Everything you knew. You tell her stuff but she don't act interested, you don't see how This can be true. You're looking at long nights now You're looking at her talking to some other guy. Torture chamber bedroom. You're looking at long nights buddy and you're fighting with a Feeling of the worst kind.