As a drummer, Ben Perowsky was ahead of his time
The very best days of the summer
Now will they jazz us no more
Spare parts and leftover pieces
Laid out across the garage floor
Babe, it's a sad situation
Tell me, what can it be
What's happening all over Elm Street
Now is happening all over me
We frolicked here once in reckless green abandon
Stretchin' out to the horizon line
Even as the season ended
We were running low on sweet, borrowed time
Those dead leaves piled up out by the mailbox
Stacked up against the first decent blow
You wonder what would it feel like
To just dive in and let go and then
All of the sudden there's that tear in your eye
It’s the end of an era so kiss-kiss goodbye
Our lawn is dying, we're watching it die
Well, when the sun starts lookin' lazy
On ‘bout a quarter to five
The girls are talkin' and laughin'
Up at the top of the drive
Me stuck here in my wood-paneled dungeon
Wonderin' what we're gonna do
Who's gonna save the Bermudas
Now that we've forgotten to
A little taste, a little light conversation
Isn't that the way it always was
No lousy zero-sum equation
Nor a lesson in some long-lost losing cause
Greenpeace, Whole Earth Utne Reader
Tell ‘em that I already gave
Tell ‘em it's the midnight hour
Dancin' by the side of the grave
The margins are crumblin' now and it's startin' to show
You might not even notice as it’s going down slow
Our lawn is dying, in case you don't know oh
Let's throw a party on this doleful occasion
Show the bastards who you really are
No aging overnight sensation
Hitched his hammock to the wrong shooting star
All the way from DC to daylight
Illumination in the cold, gray dawn
Jacked up on the cellular level
In case you got to call someone
No one to blame now
And there's nothing to do
Just make the best of
What's real and what’s true
Our lawn is dying, so what else is new
Yeah, I know
Yeah, alright