Late Summer Lyrics

It's August and you force yourself to leave the house

You walk to the water's edge, you walk past the parking lot

Then you start to pontificate about all of the things

You might be late for if you only showed up now

It's a constant rearranging of all the things that never were

You close your eyes, push against the bright sunlight

You balance on the water, the shoreline blurs the day

Then you start to pontificate about all of the things

You might be late for if you only showed up now

It's a constant rearranging of all the things that never were

Of all the things, of all the things

Of all the things, of all the things

That never were

That never were