It's like a late July
with the windows down
and the same terrible song
on the radio
but the days go by
a little faster now
I've been told they often do
skipping right over June
Think I may have missed
a few other things, too
I walk the street sometimes
with the same blank tape
looking for the song
I can't seem to find
until uncertainty
grabs ahold of me
and it's not like I even mind
with the tape stuck on rewind
It can almost feel like I'm
wasting time
I never thought I'd miss the trash strewn beaches
and the far off seagull calls
I never thought I'd miss the highway driving
and the parking lots and malls
It's all over
It can almost feel like I'm
wasting time
It can almost feel like I'm
wasting time
It's too late, July