Walking around, looking down
For something better
There's nothing better
Same old weird and familiar sound
It's just you leaving town, my God
August came around
Summer comes and leaves you with a fever
That you caught
When you were young
Summer goes, makes you feel like life is real
And hanging on for more
Empty streets, empty me
Call me vagabond
Wondering in the sun
This is getting sort of old
Wondering aimlessly
Is it empty streets or empty me?