Reaching My Hand Out to Touch the Sun - Start of Summer Lyrics

Far wide,
You don't even try.
Think of what gets me fried.
Think of what's on my mind.

You weren't alone,
Talking on the telephone.
The dishes in the sink,
What am I supposed to think?

Godmother, all for what?

What am I supposed to do
Now that I have you in my arms?
And how on Earth did I write
A love song when I was without you?

I don't wanna wait for the while it might take
For you to come through with your brand new dude,
Come over.
Man, you don't even know her.

I don't wanna say what is on my plate,
It's a brand new way, it's the making of a beautiful day,
The start of summer.