Summer Its gone and I don't know
Where everyone went or where I'll go
Summer its 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
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
And 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....
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
And they live in cars, and their cars don't run
And 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