Although the trees are still there and the oily puddles still splash,
By the sides of the roads the grass starts to grow with starter homes to match.
New cars glide up the junction, old cars stutter,
See tyres shine with my hood down.
The idle youth play outside, while the diligent stay indoors,
To get the money to pay for the new homes they'd not otherwise afford.
I learnt little from the weatherman, and despite a clap of thunder,
Rain fell down as I walked past.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
There's a limb itching to break free, it draws more blood with every scratch.
Climate affects rheumatic limbs, dull clouds lethargise attack.
Years slip past, lost the chance. One season's the convenience toll:
A sad forecast, so little time that anything once tried becomes on the whole.
A token gesture, no adventure. Oh apathy swallow my soul.
If youth's so wasted here on the young, retirement's squandered on the old.
So nothing's really that special, if our hopes and dreams are just cut,
Darker in the morning with the clocks changed, intention's doors pushed shut.
See new cars glide up the junction, old cars st-st-stutter,
See tyres shine with my hood down.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
So many days spent staring down at our shoes,
Yes, our summer's not here, but what can you do?
Actions are more than the movements to sound,
So get up.
In, in a, in a coat, it was warm enough to be summer,
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
So nothing's really that special, if our hopes and dreams are just cut,
Darker in the morning with the clocks changed, intention's doors pushed shut.
See new cars glide up the junction, old cars st-st-stutter,
See tyres shine with my hood down.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
In a coat, it was warm enough to be summer.
So make some time and try to make it our summer. Yes.
Make some time and try to make it ours.