Buffalo Tom, Summer. From 1995’s Sleepy Eyed.
I know you don’t really want to believe that summer is pretty much done. But like you, I’m still in denial of that sad fact so I spent the day at the beach, marveling at the surf kicked up by Hurricane Danny, wishing that the lyrics to from Buffalo Tom’s song Summer weren’t so timely.
In two days, it’s going to be September. Summer’s gone, it’s written in the sand.
*Programming note: Posts will be slow tomorrow as I’ll be traveling back to Seattle so read the archives! There’s some good shit in there.*