Getting by on minimum wage is hard
But it's worth it, see, for this
A summer spent in friends' cars,
In front of diners and stores
Going back and forth across four states
Covering the same stretches of highway over and over
I know that tree, and that road sign looks familiar,
And isn't this the exit we took to look at stars?
Standing on gravel, leaning on a Buick
Listening to distant strains of a piano
Saying 'I don't mind the distance,'
Begrudging it all the same
Has it gotten worse since then?
Our summers are easier, sure
But they aren't nearly as interesting
More comfortable, but not as rewarding
And a hell of a lot more dull
My plan for this summer involves
Sitting, drinking, and listening to music
And not a whole lot else
What do you have planned?  Will it be fun?
Will it remind you of that summer?
I hope it does; I hope you stop
In the middle of one of your plans
And wish I was there
I'm sure I'll be wishing the same thing