Hum your tune, July and June,
I miss the sounds you make...
They're wearing thin, these months I'm living in,
And I need something new...
Yes, I need something new.

The phone line outside my house,
Wonder what words it has seen;
What would happen if they all spilled out
And I got the lovely ones for free?

Tie them in a bow
And send them your way
On the fastest train I know
To get to you.
Do I really need a reason
Besides "I want too"?
And I've got an unending debt
To love you.

If you were to say
That you love Thursdays,
I'd do my best to plan;
I'd find a way,
Convince them to escape
From their usual weekday clan;
I'd set them right,
So they're side by side
On a calendar for you;
Throw the old one out,
Keep a yellow storage house
Of sunny Saturdays too,
Free for you to use.

Tie them in a bow
And send them your way
On the fastest train I know
To get to you.
Do I really need a reason
Besides "I want too"?
And I've got an unending debt
To love you,
And I'm glad to.