I did it for the first time
Do not judge strictly

E5                      C5
Walking around, looking down
               A5
For something better
There's nothing better
E5                          C5
Same old weird and familiar sound
               A5
It's just you leaving town, my God
C5
August came around

E5      G5         C5
Summer comes and leaves you with a fever
          D5
That you caught
When you were young
E5      G5     C5
Summer goes, makes you feel like life is real
     D5
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