Although the trees are still there and the oily puddles 
still splash,By the sides of the roads the grass starts 
to grow with starter homes to match.
New cars glide up the junction, old cars stutter,
See tyres shine with my hood down.
The idle youth play outside, while the diligent stay 
indoors,
To get the money to pay for the new homes they'd not 
otherwise afford.
I learnt little from the weatherman, and despite a clap 
of thunder,
Rain fell down as I walked past.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
There's a limb itching to break free, it draws more 
blood with every scratch.
Climate affects rheumatic limbs, dull clouds lethargise 
attack.
Years slip past, lost the chance. One season's the 
convenience toll:
A sad forecast, so little time that anything once tried 
becomes on the whole.
A token gesture, no adventure. Oh apathy swallow my 
soul.
If youth's so wasted here on the young, retirement's 
squandered on the old.
dreams are just cut,

Darker in the morning with the clocks changed, 
intention's doors pushed shut.
See new cars glide up the junction, old cars st-st-
stutter,
See tyres shine with my hood down.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
So many days spent staring down at our shoes,
Yes, our summer's not here, but what can you do?
Actions are more than the movements to sound,
So get up.
In, in a, in a coat, it was warm enough to be summer,
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
So nothing's really that special, if our hopes and 
dreams are just cut,
Darker in the morning with the clocks changed, 
intention's doors pushed shut.
See new cars glide up the junction, old cars st-st-
stutter,
See tyres shine with my hood down.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
So make some time and try to make it our summer. Yes.
Make some time and try to make it ours.