Salad days aren't balanced Laughter from below As the conversations flow And the bark that I traced For to reach my final place Estranges me Happily (there's no use fearing what you said) In a tree (it's all just the fuel on fire) The fire beneath (and time will waste you anyway) Bites at me Quail thighs grilled on both sides There's a young man holding tongs As the party sings along To the song that I wrote Of a pharaoh on a boat But between the howls lie whispers They hum like faint transistors And conspire to light the cinders Burn the tree for all to witness Curtains for a salem sister Happily (we heard you on the radio) Up a tree (you're trapped right above the pyre) As the fire beneath (just pray the rain will come to pass) Creeps up to me Oh, as the leaves (there's no use fearing what you said) Bend and breathe (it's all just the fuel on fire) Ain't it plain to see (and time will waste you anyway) Oh, yeah, that’s what summer’s for