Long Island sun
It wakes me up,
sneaks from the east into my window up above

and I wish it were you
crawling through that pane
for that I'd trade this sunshine

for a week of rain

It's a small world, or so they so

But mostly it feels large
When we walk through these deserts of sorrow
Waiting for the next mirage


On Southern Parkway,
There's a traffic jam

Thousands of cars are making love
while the drivers throw their hands
The sun beats down on

everything and everyone
but I wish you were here with me
melting under this Long Island sun


It's up above the world so high
ticking like a bomb

while half the world is looking away
with their TV sets on
Next time you visit Long Island

we'll go walking on the beach
Even if it's pouring down on us,
in my mind we'll never leave


You bring your pipe
and I'll bring my lungs

and we'll see if all our questions
get answered from above
The sun's painting diamonds

across the ocean's skin
When you see that open window
I hope you let yourself in


It's a spoonful of sugar they say
that helps the drugs go down

You're the sweetness in my sunspots, baby
you're the swings on my playground
The next time you visit Long Island

we'll go swimming at Jones Beach
and even if it's pouring down on us,
in my mind we'll never leave