One for the lanternsnTwo for the bugsnThree for the punch at the summer ballnFour for the dancesnFive for the duskn(The things I must focus on, instead of her)nSix for the hum of cellos in C# playing waltzes for shuffling feetnSeven for the glare off every gllassy thingnAnd eight for the scent of daises in the SpringnBut Sallie's hard as stone and the look she's giving menNo kisses on the cheeknAnd I've got nobody if she says no