It's last place for lovers
Left holding the bag
Remember this feeling
It's the ending of the season
Just give us something
From the thoughts you've forgotten
And all of those evenings
Beneath the oak tree
Let's drink for the good times
Dandelion wine
We'll sit on this fence here
And wait for a sign
It's breakfast in Delhi
It's a song down the wire
Shot straight through the breezes
To find me alone
It's a shift in the bedrock
It's a tender desire
A lapse in the reason
Sweet dew on the vine
Let's drink for the good times
Dandelion wine
We'll sit on this fence here
In the warm sunshine
A drink for the good times
Dandelion wine
We'll measure our love, dear
In the passing of time
