summer, summer

walking around, looking down, for something better, there's nothing better, some 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?, hanging, hanging, holding on for me, hoping, praying, this 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