Letra de August 8th

Birds sing, there's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day I see a bunch of hippies crying Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day Like waking up from a real bad dream Suddenly everything is okay The storm has passed, the Sun is shining Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day What's going on? What's going on? Is something bumming your scene? There's something wrong, there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean The air is sweet, the summer flowers blooming Nowhere in sight is there anything gray Feelings of joy are filling the street Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day Like waking up from a fucked-up dream Suddenly everything's looking good There's been no permanent damage done Yeah, August 8th came right when it should What's going on? What's going on? Is something bumming your scene? There's something wrong, there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean Poor Jeff, poor little Timmy Turtle Staying home on such a beautiful day