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 05072 A long shadow