End of August

Richie and Austen are often along for the ride
They don′t say a lot, but they know every inch of this drive
If these trees started talking, I bet you they’d only talk shit
′Cause we never do anything real, we just talk about it
Endin’ of August, the bugs are just starting to die
All the neighbors are voting for someone who wins every time
And I thought getting older meant knowing it’s too late to try
And I tried getting sober, I s
Wear I did better this time
Ooohh, oohhh
Ooohh, oohhh

Whoa, everything you see out here will die
Ooh, it′s a matter of time ′til it’s
Fields of ice and reflector lights
′Til it’s our town
Mmm
And anything you need I will provide
A ride home or an alibi
I know the traffic light
You can speed right by
′Cause the camera’s down
And I follow New York plates to the county line
I ignore ′em when they wave on 89
The minute that September hits
I’m going off my medicine, oh
Late August angst, and a pointless night
Ooh, and the feeling of being alive
For the first time, in a long time

Oh we’re a drawing of a place
We′re a photo on the fridge
They mined copper for years
Oh, there was nothing left to dig
It′s a place where most kids
Just grow up and have kids, who grow up and have kids
Who build homes for the rich, oh

Whoa, everything you see out here will die
Ooh, it’s a matter of time til it′s
Fields of ice and reflector lights
‘Til it′s our town
‘Til it′s our town
‘Til it’s
Our town
And it′s ours now
It′s ours now