Walking around, looking down For something better There's nothing better Same 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.