Walking around, and 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 real
And hanging on for more

Empty streets, empty me
Just call me vagabond
Wondering in the sun
This is getting sort of old
Wandering 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 real
And hanging on for more

Hanging, hanging
Holding on for more, hoping, praying,
It 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 goes and, goes and
Leavs you wanting more
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 real
And hanging on for more