the musics changed, 
its getting louder. 
by next weekend, 
youll be gone. 
the summer days 
are nearly over now, 
the DJ plays 
a summer song. 
the good-time crowd 
is looking older, 
their cartoon laugher 
seems unkind. 
the summer days 
are nearly over now, 
the summer rave 
counts the hours and marks your time. 
the summer rays 
are streaming from the evening sky. 
the summer says, 
Itll work out fine.