Walking outside on a hot summer’s day
Out of the park, into the rain
Clearing my mind of the things people say
Gone is the pleasure, gone is the pain
Bustling crowds in the freshness of spring
Out of the darkness, into the sun
Filling my mind with the songs people sing
Gone is the cold, life’s just begun
Dripping dogs on a day in September
Out on the street, into the warmth
Searching my mind for the things I remember
Gone is the beach, in come the storms
Freezing to death on a short winter’s eve’
Out of my luck, into the fight
Gone from my mind are the things I believe
I certainly wish it were summer tonight
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