I miss you in the wintertime
When our words turn to smoke
Whatever happened to the boy that I once knew
If only I'd taken the same train with you home
I miss you in the springtime
But not as much as I do in the fall
When I was young I'd hang out in the woods
And worship the devil
But these days he don't do much for me at all
At the mall you got an autograph
Of Pete from Pete & Pete
And you let me braid your hair
And taught me how to inhale
The first night of the Firemen's Fair
I think of you in the summertime
And the holes your feet made in the sand
And the songs heard in the waves and in the jetty
All the songs you'll never understand
Still my belly sings for you
In the quiet car of the LIRR
A car you know so well
There's Ms. Fitzgerald
Can't you see her kerchief
Tumbling toward the ground