Late Summer Drive

It's a late September breeze

Moving through the quiet streets

We were looking for a sign

Walking right along the line

Now the lights are getting dim

As the city settles in

And the shadow starts to grow

To the places we don't go

Oh, the summer's gone away

But the rhythm's here to stay

We are moving with the crowd Though we never speak aloud (ooh,

we never speak aloud)

Found a letter on the floor

From a year we had before

We were younger than we knew

Everything was turning blue

Oh, the summer's gone away

But the rhythm's here to stay

We are moving with the crowd

Though we never speak aloud (never speak aloud)

Moving with the crowd...

(moving on)