The river was a special place
A swimming hole 'round every bend
Summers use to last forever... back then


Running barefoot through the pasture
Sunday evening baseball games

The old men talked about the weather
It never changed... it stayed the same


We need rain... the crops are dry
Gonna be... one hot July


Autumn was the place to be
And through the years it still remains
Always a part of me... September rain


Gonna be one hot July
And it seems like August never ends


No one could see it coming
Nothing can change it now

Shoulders bending in the cold wind
And hearts lay frozen on the ground


April came without a sound
Someone said it must be spring
But I only see the flowers growing... in dreams


All the songs are locked inside
There's nobody here to sing

And I no longer feel that I am a part of anything

Time just goes on by... gonna be one hot July