Hum your tune, July and June, I miss the sounds you make... They're wearing thin, these months I'm living in, And I need something new... Yes, I need something new. The phone line outside my house, Wonder what words it has seen; What would happen if they all spilled out And I got the lovely ones for free? Tie them in a bow And send them your way On the fastest train I know To get to you. Do I really need a reason Besides "I want too"? And I've got an unending debt To love you. If you were to say That you love Thursdays, I'd do my best to plan; I'd find a way, Convince them to escape From their usual weekday clan; I'd set them right, So they're side by side On a calendar for you; Throw the old one out, Keep a yellow storage house Of sunny Saturdays too, Free for you to use. Tie them in a bow And send them your way On the fastest train I know To get to you. Do I really need a reason Besides "I want too"? And I've got an unending debt To love you, And I'm glad to.