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

These trees started talkin', I bet you they'd only talk shit

'Cause we never do anythin' real, we just talk about it

Endin' of August, the bugs are just startin' to die

All the neighbors are votin' for someone who wins every time

And I thought gettin' older meant knowin' it's too late to try

And I tried gettin' sober, I swear I did bettеr this time

Ooh, hm

Ooh, hm

Ooh, hm

Ooh, hm

Oh, everythin' you see out hеre will die

Oh, it's a matter of time

'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights

'Til it's our town, mm

And anythin' 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 goin' off my medicine, oh

Late August angst and a pointless night

Oh, and the feelin' of bein' alive

For the first time in a long time

Oh, we're a drawin' of a place

We're a photo on the fridge

They mined copper for years

Oh, there was nothin' 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

Oh, everythin' you see out here will die

Oh, 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 our town

'Cause it's ours now

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A long shadow