Story Behind The Song
Hanging onto those last few precious summer days of warmth and sunlight with good friends
Song Description
Hanging onto those last few precious summer days of warmth and sunlight with good friends
| Song Length |
4:17 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Similar Artists |
Morgan Wallen, Jellyroll, Luke Combs, Jason Aldean, Morgan Wallen, Jellyroll, Luke Combs, Jason Aldean |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Books thrown in the back seat, windows rolling down
Three months of freedom in this sleepy little town
Got my friends beside me and that girl I've been dreaming of
Pine trees whispering secrets, summer's all I'm thinking of
Out here by the water where the cattails grow
Fireflies dancing in the evening glow
These are the days we'll remember when we're old and gray
With the last light on the water, the sun shines through the haze
But summer's burning fast, slipping away
Oh, slipping away
She's got her feet in the water, laughing at some joke
Tommy's got his guitar, playing songs that make us choke
Up with all the feelings that we're trying not to show
'Cause we know come August, some of us will have to go
Out here by the water where the cattails grow
Fireflies dancing in the evening glow
These are the days we'll remember when we're old and gray
With the last light on the water, the sun shines through the haze
But summer's burning fast, slipping away
Oh, slipping away
Stars reflect like diamonds on this midnight lake
Every precious moment, Lord, I'm trying not to break
Her hand finds mine in darkness, and I wish I could freeze time
Keep us young forever in this summer paradigm
Morning mist is rising, coffee by the shore
Friends are slowly waking, couldn't ask for any more
But there's an ache inside me that I cannot shake
These golden days are numbered for all our hearts' sake
Out here by the water where the cattails grow
Fireflies dancing in the evening glow
These are the days we'll remember when we're old and gray
But summer's burning fast, slipping away
Yeah, summer's burning fast, slipping away
Oh, slipping away
Books thrown in the back seat, windows rolling down
Till next June comes calling to this sleepy little town