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August heat is heavy
on the timber
(ahhh) The streetlights flicker one by one
My coffee's cold, my hands are tired
Another long day's work is done
There is no gold at the rainbow's end
No silver lining in the gray (mmm)
Just the quiet of a fading summer night
Watching the shadows drift away
Dust is settling on the countertop
(hummm) The screen door creaks against the frame
I'm singing songs to empty tables
And I can't quite recall my name
There is no gold at the rainbow's end
No silver lining in the gray (ahhh)
Just the quiet of a fading summer night
Watching the shadows drift away
Drift away... (mmmmm)