 Long summer days tucked in a box
Smell of rain on the sidewalk
Feel of the fall in the air
I love these drives to nowhere
Singing la da, la da, la da da da da, la da da da da da
Long, winding roads and gettin' lost
And politics, silly jokes, talkin' just to talk
About anything and, man, everything
And those moments of losing our innocence
And those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes
Reading and writing love letters
It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you
And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September
Another busy week, another lonely day
Another thought of you that just won't win (just won't win)
For Saturday
And those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes
Reading and writing love letters
It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you
And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September
I love those Saturdays (Saturdays) in September
I can't wait to go (yeah I never know) and I just can't get enough
Of those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes
Reading and writing love letters
It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you
And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September
I love those Saturdays (Saturdays) in September
And these are the days I'll remember
Long summer days tucked in a box
Smell of rain on the sidewalk
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