Summer Summer

i did it for the first time do not judge strictly Em C walking around , looking down Am for something better there’s nothing better Em C same old weird and familiar sound Am it’s just you leaving town , my god C august came around Em G C summer comes and leaves you with a fever D that you caught when you were young Em G C summer goes , makes you feel like life is real D and hanging on for more empty streets , empty me call me vagabond wondering in the sun this is getting sort of old wandering aimlessly is it empty streets or empty me? hanging , hanging holding on for me , hoping , praying this will all start over come back for me we will walk the streets of this old town make me a promise this will all come back around