The Knuckleball Suite

It's a warm summer evening
I can just hear the knuckleball suite
It's a warm summer evening
I can just hear the knuckleball suite

The clover hums along
The little rain clouds
Are finding their feet

Oh this town is a talisman
It is a vanishing breed
This town is a talisman
It is a vanishing breed
And its song is a first chair viola
Lost in the weeds

Billy C is drinking Sandy Man port
Down at the old cafe
Billy C is drinking Sandy Man port
Down at the old cafe
And the river goes by slow
The river likes it that way

Sal is barefoot in the backyard
Calling out to that star above the pines
Sal is barefoot in the backyard
Calling out to that star above the pines
And for once that star answers
It says "Sal you are the wine
You are the wine
You are the wine"

Yeah that Franklin is the ace, the third twin
He is a wily sport
Yeah that Franklin is the ace, the third twin
He is a wily sport
Go on down to the old cafe
Sit with Bill and drink that Sandy Man port

And it's a warm summer evening
I can just hear the knuckleball suite
It is a warm summer evening
And I can just hear the knuckleball suite

The clover hums along
The little rain clouds
Are finding their feet
The clover hums along
These summer evenings
Are where we used to meet

Oh these warm summer evenings
Are where we once
And again shall all meet