Summertime in Augusta never seemed so blue
Blue as you, and me, and us
Hiding out in the bedroom
with nothing on and nothing to do
Nowhere to go and nothing to lose
Because Thanksgiving's just a lie
and Christmas always makes me cry
I just want to go somewhere
where every day is Halloween
Honestly, you'd never know it meant so much to me
More than I let on and more than I'd ever show
Thirty-one days in the month of my birth
Time that I've been given to walk on this earth with you
Oh, how the years fly by
and still I know that when I die
I just want to go somewhere
where every day is Halloween
The road rumbles under my feet
Kicking hard, pushing on
The black cape flaps in the wind
Skeleton mask, and Summer's almost gone
Skateboarding down Walton Way
carries me to a sunset from which I fear
we will never recover
Loved ones die
Months wilt away
Moments pass
I have no say
but this - this is forever
