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