Cruising down the road on a warm summer night with the windows rolled down,
Thinking about the past,
Dreaming about the future,
Listening to the radio on full blast and singing every word at the top of your lungs,
Feeling the wind rush past your hand dangling out the window.
Ah. Summer.
How I love you.
Thinking about the past,
Dreaming about the future,
Listening to the radio on full blast and singing every word at the top of your lungs,
Feeling the wind rush past your hand dangling out the window.
Ah. Summer.
How I love you.