Me and my friend Dan, Are going to get some beers, And then we're going to go down, To the park and drink them there. We'll busk out in the sun Play guitar and sing some songs Pull up our friends and Invite them down to share
What might be The last weekend of the summer 'Cause September getting colder, as it goes And we haven't done enough Of this simple kind of stuff, This year we're clearly getting older And it shows.
Well work weeks make us weary School's a distant memory, And it's easy to ask questions Of ourselves. Like where it is we're going? And what we had to show From the sunny days we've In the shelves.
With expectations of our ultimate direction All the stations That we should have reached by now. Where we haven't read the script, And our tender wings are clipped. And we're scared we might be Letting someone down.
Listen to these heart-break songs When nothings really wrong. And then we smile When we're asked And say we're fine. We're drifting through Our middle days, And creeping, Into middle age. And setting in our ways
And now it's time
To decide Now it's time To draw the line In the sand And ask What's more important than Days like today,
So grab some beers Call your friends, And meet us here In the summer park With me and my friend Dan