I'm telling you this is too good to be true
When the most we have to do is open windows
So just let your worries drown in a smile, lose that frown
Yeah, we'll both still be around come the morning

When summer ends, she just wants to be friends
Her mind's mixed up,

Got a year to go til next october
To make sure the season's not over
Get me straight and get me sober again

Are you joking? We've got almost everything
You don't pay that bird to sing out the daytime
And the sun sets on the beach I could swear it's trying to reach
With two golden hands as if to try and touch you

When summer ends, she just wants to be friends
Her mind's mixed up,

Got a year to go til next october
To make sure the season's not over
Get me straight and get me sober again

Ba ba ba, ba ba ba