The air is changing 
and the leaves, they’re turning gold
Swallows leaving, 
this year is getting old
Clouds start falling 
Fallin’ on the cold cold ground
Everywhere I look, 
I see the emptiness on places in this town 

Still, I’ve got a bit of summer in my head
A little something left that gets me out of bed 
It’s just about as good as it can get, with a bit of summer in my head
Still got summer in my head

Sunglasses and cocktails 
are traded in for scarves and heavy coats
But pumpkins and walnuts 
won’t make up for last autumn’s worn-out clothes 
The haircut I had this morning
Makes me feel the mystic winds upon my neck
While my mind is still in Venice 
And my soul’s yearning for good vibes to come back

Seasons come and seasons go
Like waves against a rock
The old life dies, the young ones grow
We’re living by the clock
Oh, but I don’t mind, cause I’ve got a bit of summer in my head.