Horse Feathers Summer For Capricorns
I can't bear the beat of a different drum,
It holds me down and won't help me none.
When the heat begins to fade,
I know it's the time for which I've been made.
My blood it runs, cold in the vein.
I'm left empty-handed with every rhythm change.
Autumn,
Do what you need,
I've had my fill
Summer, please concede.
Autumn,
Hold your tongue, lose your leaves.
Winter's coming give me bare trees.
I can't bear the beat of a different drum,
It holds me down it won't help me none.
I can't bear the beat of a different drum.
