Cassette Summer

Walking through the haze under winter skies

Dreaming of the days when we had no lies (yeah)

Find the rhythm of the wind,

let it blow (let it blow,

let it go) Take me back

to where the rivers flow

We used to run the streets until the sun went down

Now we're searching for the magic in this empty town (uh-huh)

Find the rhythm of the wind,

let it blow (let it blow)

Take me back

to where the rivers flow