I miss the every-weekend shows,
I miss the mid-cool bands and the great fun-nights out.
My head's spinning like a wheel and my body is almost out of use.
Your big head is aiming at mine like a clock chasing time.
I’ve got to get back by the summer.
I’m on the same place that I wanna live for the rest of my life
I have the same friends that I wanna meet till the end of time
I still got almost everything, let me in. You’re a fool like me, baby.
And I still got to get back by the summer.