summer's gone

i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall

overworked and now i'm all used up

this tv haze sucks me through

i watch the world from me inside

overworked and now i'm all used up

final drag, fills my lungs and makes me high

they fill up, as i bottom out

steering wheels, watch them driving driving

with some place to go, i'd steer myself, but i don't have a route



looking onto men, no ice cream man...

beaches filled with sand

while the tv trays, wasting summer days

slowly slipping away



but ur so little help

when days are slow

and i'm down inside

i'll have to go

your so little help

when mine's slow

when i'm down inside



summer's gone

i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall

overworked and now i'm all used up

this tv haze, sucks me through

i watch the world from me inside

overworked and now i'm all used up



looking on to men, no ice cream man...

beaches filled with sand

while the tv trays, wasting summer days

slowly slipping away



but your so little help

when days are slow

and i'm down inside

i have to go...

your so little help

when your are slow

when i'm down inside...



i'm down inside



i'm down inside



i'm down inside