One for the lanterns,
Two for the bugs
Three for the punch at this summer ball
Four for the dance,
Five for the dusk
The things I must focus on instead of her
Six for the hum of cellos in C sharp
Playing waltzes for shuffling feet
Seven for the glare off every glassy thing
And eight for the scent of daises in the spring
But Sallie's hard as stone
And the look she's giving me
No kisses on the cheek
And I've nobody if she says no