Come September I'll be gone (gone, gone) I said I loved you in the summer But will I love you in the fall I thought I wasn't like the others Guess I'm an asshole after all I used to be alright I'd tell myself I love you But I'm creeping every night

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze And touches with her hand the summer trees, Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own. There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down, A winding country lane all russet brown, A

For a long teenage goodbye Take me anywhere the wind blows No use crying, we're not thinking 'bout tomorrow We drug out those summer nights So let's go flying It was the start of the summer and the days were getting hotter, yeah 18 was just around the

Where to go and what to do Wasted hours that you make new All those wasted hours we used to know Spent the summers staring out the window The wind it takes you where it wants to go At first they built the road then they built the town That's why we're

I wish I was, I wish I was beside you She sleeps alone My heart wants to come home She lies awake I'm trying to find the words to say I wish I was, I wish I was I don't wanna go So close but so far away Within a minute I was all packed up

Do you live in that big bright sky do you live in that Big bright sky where the sun don't grow to hot in the Summer time and the moon watched chase to hanes and all Else it finds we don't need you to do what we do we don't Need you to do what we do so we

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it For a minute though I couldn’t tell how to fall out It’s twenty seconds till the last call You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey Lie down you know it’s easy Like we did it over summer long And I’ll be anything you ask

Baby wants to dance Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each

And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin' Can I hit it in the morning Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a