Soft Summer Girls

Stow all her letters 
  Stow all those poems 
  They belong to a girl 
  I used to know 

  There's still music on Queen Street 
  Where all the young girls go 
  I would rather be down there 
  Than to read these notes 

  I praise all these soft summer girls 
  They take me away from the one I used to know 

  By the lights of the kitchen 
  I've been reading your notes 
  Didn't notice I had forgotten 
  The sound of your voice 

  Are you still the same girl I used to know? 
  Do you still wake up early to write your poems? 

  I praise all these soft summer girls 
  They take me away from the one I used to know 
  I praise all these soft summer girls 
  All that's left now are summer girls