You were born here, It was a lean year,1982
She was golden, unfolding right in front of you
It's been a long time, no sunshine when you're on your own
A little blue-jay, in the mid-day calling you back home
This Summer
This Summer
These places leave traces, you just gotta show
Some beaches have reaches, you just gotta go
This Summer
This Summer
This Summer I wanna feel your sun and sand
This Summer I wanna ride with no kick-stand
Every time you see her
Change is in the air
Every time, hoping she's still there
Chorus
This Summer"