The heat was hanging low on a dead-end evening
She was a tightrope walker on the dotted-yellow lines
The magic hour's on the marker in her eyes
Within a series of looks we'll be dangled to the end
When we ride our lives out
When we gather all the pieces
When we trace the times
The high, high spirits
When it's still summer
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't
In the crimson skyline
When the sun starts slipping
Circle and honor return the glow
It's still summer
There were medals in the street and gold in the sand
When the moment lost itself and you took me by the hand
The shapes of bronze and black against the sky
We walked side by side into the oncoming night
We walked side by side into the oncoming night
When we ride our lives out
When we gather all the pieces
When we trace the times
The high, high spirits
When it's still summer
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't
In the crimson skyline
When the sun starts slipping
Circle and honor return the glow
It's still summer
Outro
It's still summer