Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August 8th
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 ok
The storm has passed the sun is shining
yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
What's goin on what's goin on is something bummin your scene
There's something wrong
there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean
The air is sweet the summer flowers
bloomin nowhere in that is anything grey
Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day
Like waking up from a fucked up dream
suddenly everythings looking good