Run at a million miles an hour
Into the nearest tree
God gave dawn to summer
And the morning he gave to me
He gave afternoon to autumn
And the morning he gave to spring
I told you that I love you
And I guess that didn't mean a thing

Refrain:
Words taste good

Words taste good, but they don't
But they don't mean a thing

Wishing it and wanting it
And saying it 'cause it's on my mind
And summer keeps reminding me
About how much I've left behind
I change my mind and I don't think
That's what you call hypocrisy
But I wonder about the language
The usefulness of what I say

Refrain