i did it for the first time
do not judge strictly

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

empty streets , empty me
call me vagabond
wondering in the sun
this is getting sort of old
wandering 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