[Intro]
Pack your bags
You’re going abroad for the summer
When you come back
With all your pictures it’s nothing but a monumental bummer
[Verse 1]
In smoke and heat and humidity
You make plans to leave
You’re broke, you’re beat but it’s what you’re feeling
[Verse 2]
Don’t tell anyone you’re not sticking around
Ghosting a whole town
It don’t really go down that well
[Verse 3]
In town for the week
You make the drive out to cedar key
The sunshine is bleak
You don’t find what you need
But at least it’s better than St. Augustine