Meet me in the summersummer time We can move the air Sweet Virginia countryside I will meet you there Bloody lips and cherry wine Moonshine in your hair Just keep staring at the sun Pray for summersummer's end Is it winter there?

Show me the way to your hiding place Yeah yeah yeah I think I wanna go go there I think I wanna go go go go there Summertime sadness I feel India in my bones I can smell sunlight I can feel the highline

Suzanne, so far away Remember Suzanne, those summersummer nights with me On no Suzanne, oh girl I'm callin' you Remember...our last September... I see your face at the movies I hear your voice on the radio You're makin' love on the silver screen I want you

I wanna take my heart to the end of the world I won't waste another day Wishing this would fade away Fly away tonight Na na na na na na na I want a little bit of California With a little bit of London sky And fly away tonight I want a little bit of open

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

You always will be my summersummer love 'Cause you were mine for the summersummer Now we know it's nearly over Feels like snow in September But I always will remember You were my summersummer love Yeah, oh ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh Can't believe you're packing your bags

Open up your eyes Open up your mind Fall in love with what you mean to me Only in summertime (Only in summertime) Ooh ooh (That's not for me) Things will change with time (Things will change with time) But only in summertime If only for a second

This summersummer's gonna hurt like a motherfucker 'Cause she's so fancy Sipping champagne on the beach So expensive when she eats I see her when I go to sleep I check my phone when I am weak She never posts anything deep Has to have it all

Just sing little darling, sing with me I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you Oh the bitter winds are coming in And I'm already missing the summersummer Stockholm's cold but I've been

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summersummer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint