Lyrics

Picture the end of summer Morning, here comes the drummer Unknown to the unfertile land of your new home Urban-made father and son Thirty-four, younger in soul Younger than the boy you met, who has fallen in love You know damn well what's going on Your heart is not in the same mold Never was, never been, yeah, you know But you see through his fall apart You know what it's like to be that flung Nave and in love Understood the time and call He's smiling for once and for all And he's going too far Too close, too hom5 Singing the same song over and ov5r Hoping I can get closure, Marshall Picture the end of summer Morning, here comes the drummer Unknown to the unfertile land of your new home Urban-made father and son Thirty-four, younger in soul Younger than the boy you met, who has fallen in love