Summer, it's gone and I don't know

Where everyone went or where I'll go 



Summer, it's gone and I don't know

Which way is the best way to go

In dreams I hear voices that say:

"Look this way!"

But I can't see nothing

So I turn away to head down roads

Dead ends and holes

And crowds of fools

With common colds

And they live in cars

And their cars don't run

They fight with phones

And despise the sun



The sun of summer,

It's gone and I don't know

Where everyone went or where I'll go



(Where I'll go)



Summer, it's gone and now it's clear

That no one is showing up here

In dreams I hear voices that say:

"Look this way!"

But it's all too lovely

And so I turn away

To head down roads

Dead ends and holes

And crowds of fools

With common colds

They live in cars

And their cars don't run

They fight with phones

And they despise the sun



The sun of summer... it's gone

The sun of summer... it's gone

The sun of summer... it's gone

The sun of summer... it's gone

... It's gone

... It's gone