5 acessos
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
Em C
Empty streets, empty me
Am
Call me vagabond
Wondering in the sun
Em C
This is getting sort of old
Am
Wondering 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