Walking around, looking down

For something better

There′s nothing betterSame 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 great

And hanging on for more

Empty streets, empty me

Call me vagabond

Wondering in the sun

This is getting sort of old

Wondering 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 great

And hanging on for more

Hanging, hanging

Holding on for more, 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

Summer comes and goes and leaves you

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 great

And hanging on for more.

Hanging on for more.