Lyrics of
Summertime

The sun will come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tommorrow
there'll be sunshine
Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tommorrow
there'll be sunshine
sunshine
Now I try to sort out my scattered life
Lying awake on the floor
Staring at the ceiling light
Until I can see no more
After "Now I try to sort out my scattered life"