That summer they came to chainsaw the trees That the beetles had scarred with their dreaded disease And so many tears poured right out of your head Stained the big pillow on your mothers bed That evening you snuck in a passionate kiss Beneath the old bandstand and your lovers lips Where all honey suckle and slippery teeth And together you laughed in the darkening breeze That fourth of July, you giggled and waved The jewel of the float in the big town parade Look at this picture, there's no evidence That you didn't feel right, and never have since