How I'll miss life without shoes
Having nothing to do
Except lie in green grass
Stare up at the sky
Feels like the end of summer blues
Feels like the end of summer blues
There'll be buses to school
Loads of homework to do
Another nine months
Till I'll be swimming in pools
Feels like the end of summer blues
Feels like the end of summer blues
It's a funny thing
Seems to happen every year
We trade in paths unknown
For books on paths already steered
And pretty soon someone's gonna ask me
Whether I know the answer
(Don't don't don't call me)
The set in stone answer
(Don't don't don't call me)
Regurgitated answers
How I'll miss life without shoes
Having nothing to do
Except lie in green grass
Stare up at the sky
Feels like the end of summer blues
Feels like the end of summer blues