The river was a special place
A swimming hole 'round every bend
Summers use to last forever... back then
Running barefoot through the pasture
Sunday evening baseball games
The old men talked about the weather
It never changed... it stayed the same
We need rain... the crops are dry
Gonna be... one hot July
Autumn was the place to be
And through the years it still remains
Always a part of me... September rain
Gonna be one hot July
And it seems like August never ends
No one could see it coming
Nothing can change it now
Shoulders bending in the cold wind
And hearts lay frozen on the ground
April came without a sound
Someone said it must be spring
But I only see the flowers growing... in dreams
All the songs are locked inside
There's nobody here to sing
And I no longer feel that I am a part of anything
Time just goes on by... gonna be one hot July
