When I see the clouds of yellow Drifting down in my neighborhood I breathe a little deeper and think about the summer Rain makes the streets psychedelic Pollen drifts and swirls and floats away Ride that wave straight into May And if it was summer We'll swim in the dirty river Drink beer every day Thoughts drift to when I was younger Driving past Durham County Line Windows rolled down Nothing on my mind And if it was summer We'll swim in the dirty river Drink beer every day Then it will be summer Then it will be summer Then it will be summer I love the summer