Well,
I can hear the sound from a radio
that I can't even see.
Though I know the song is playing
and the place it is taking me.
So I find myself walking down that path
that I have used before.
Count the times that my feet slide.
Heavy against the floor.
And the sound of water falling is like a rumble through my soul.
And the name that your voice is calling,
it doesn't sound like mine at all.
And while the lake that we used to love still sleeps beneath the sun,
there are two seats where I stand.
But I long
to need the one.
I've been thinking lately about how I let you down.
How it hurt you so much when I made your pretty face frown.
Though I'm not a complete fool,
I know where it's good I was done.
I just wish you were with me now,
beneath this August sun.
August sun.
And the words that I have heard,
they form patterns on my heart.
Some of them tear through,
and they pull those patterns apart.
And I guess what I am trying to say,
the only way I can,
is once upon a time ago,
I will walk
better now.
I've been thinking lately about how I let you down.
How it hurt you so much when I made your pretty face frown.
Though I'm not a complete fool,
I know where it's good I was done.
But I just wish you were with me now,
beneath
this August sun.
August sun.
August sun.
August sun.