Last Light Anthem

The days got shorter quietly,

they thought we wouldn't see.

But every sunset's been arriving

earlier than it used to be.

So charge your phone and lose it.

Kick your shoes into the sand.

This weekend is the encore.

Every encore is the plan.

One more sound! One more golden hour!

Summer of sound, don't fade out now!

Play it loud! Louder than September!

If it has to end,

it ends in a singalong!

We'll tell this summer's stories with the details all wrong.

The wave was ten feet taller.

The night was twice as long.

Good. That's how you know it mattered.

One more sound! One more golden hour!

Summer of sound, don't fade out now!

La-la-la-la! La-la-la-la!

Same time next year.

All of us.

Deal?

Deal.