Pull on grass in the Southern sun
Watching Glenn take on everyone
Flirt with girls and the Game is on
Learning Love before summer's gone
Long long days
Long long days
"Yesterday"
But the chords don't come
Leaving Glenn sitting on his drums
Play so loud that the neighbors cry "Close your doors!"
Its our last July
Long long days
Long long days
Kiss the girls who will be our wives
When our song becomes our lives
Drive too fast on our summer's night
Yelling trash as we let it ride
Long long days
Long long days
Long gone days
Long gone days
Gone gone days
Gone gone days
Copyright 2008 Doyle, Raines, Stassen
