We watch the season pull up its own stakes. And catch the last weekend of the last week. Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced. Another sun soaked season fades away.
Hand out the window. Floatin' on air. Just a flip of the wrist. And I'd be wavin' you goodbye. Drive past the lifeguard stand. Where I sit around waiting for you to remember.
Hand out the window. Floatin' on air. Just a flip of the wrist. And I'd be wavin' you goodbye. Drive past the lifeguard stand. Where I sit around waiting for you to remember.