What becomes of the longing Once your love's been spent? And the world becomes a stranger But maybe not all that strange yet What do you tell the madman Who wants to see you dead? And against your will comes wisdom And forty more years left ahead Wish it all away The heat of the day Until summer's gone Until summer's gone I drive around the city The place I knew is gone There's no fun left to fear, but To Georgie, it's still Babylon The girls look good in riches Finer still in rags And the old shirts stretch across me A lecherous old windbag Wish for skies of gray In the heat of the day Until summer's gone Until summer's gone Until summer's gone Until summer's gone But you eat a peach Or you skin your knee And time can't touch me