Find me where the summer hides a ride
And I'll spend a life with you
Til the red skies turning blue
Find me where the warm wind's coming through
And I'll spend these days with you
Til the red lights turning blue
So you are the old path keeping up
I spent the last few months in a warm house
Packing our suitcases with the sun in our eyes
But I spent my last five years in a ghost town
Trying to find someone I like being around