Summer Summer

Walking around, looking down
 For something better
 There's nothing better
 Same old weird and familiar sound
 It's just you leaving town, my God
 August came around
 Summer comes and
 Leaves you with a fever
 That you caught
 When you were young
 Summer goes, makes you feel
 Like life is great
 And hanging on for more
 Empty streets, empty me
 Call me vagabond
 Wondering in the sun
 This is getting sort of old
 Wondering aimlessly
 Is it empty streets, or empty me?
 Summer comes and
 Leaves you with a fever
 That you caught
 When you were young
 Summer goes, makes you feel
 Like life is great
 And hanging on for more
 Hanging, hanging
 Holding on for more, hoping, praying,
 This will all start over
 Come back for me
 We will walk the streets
 Of this old town
 Make me a promise
 This will all come back around
 Summer comes and goes and leaves you
 It comes and goes and leaves you
 Summer comes and
 Leaves you with a fever
 That you caught
 When you were young
 Summer goes, makes you feel
 Like life is great
 And hanging on for more.
 Hanging on for more.