Driving with the windows down,
Another august is fading.
Pseudo goodbyes to tiny towns,
old but never changing.
Next summer, next lover,
It will be different then.
I will be different then.
Another august.
Another August
Driving with the windows down,
Another august is fading.
Pseudo goodbyes to tiny towns,
old but never changing.
Next summer, next lover,
It will be different then.
I will be different then.
Another august.