I walked you to the corner we stood beside the bus
And the tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us
Typical summer that time of year
When you go back to Toronto and I stay here
And I?ll miss the way you wake up
And the way that you sigh
And I?ll miss the way you turn your head away when you cry
I don?t think this time will fly
Here comes the sad nights again
Here comes the sad nights again
Round about midnight when it?s still too hot to think
Last days of summer San Gennaro Feast
There?s much hanging in the air and dancing in the streets
Here comes the sad nights again