It was the kind of summer that never ends, The kind of summer that, no matter how distant you become, It always finds a way to linger into your awareness. And all at once your objectives change, Because the days were too hot, and the beer was always skunked. But these kind of things never mattered too much to me. Cause the kids were always chill And at least one of them had parents in Mexico or something. No matter who moved to a new town, Or whether there was steam on the pavement, Or if any of us could drive past 9 at night. This was the summer of our lives, And I know we will cherish it until we all fade away.
