August

It's hot and it's raining-
Such a strange thing to see.
There's a lake out my window-
It's getting big, it seems.
With creatures and fishes,
With hopes about wishin' someone can interpret my dreams.
Now there's thunder and lightning,
And it's brighter than mother warned it would be.
But I'm feeling something-
Yeah, I'm feeling something.
Hasn't stopped in an hour-
All the people are gone.
Now it's dark out my window-
Just a reflection of me.
A creature of being,
From dust that he's breathing-
He made me become.
Now it's raining harder,
And as far as I know,
It's to conquer the heat.
But I'm feeling something-
Yeah, I'm feeling something.
The leaves don't change 'round here,
But we know September is near.
And there's no sign of the fall,
But the kids, they play in the morning.
The sun sets sooner, I know-
Those days of summer are gone.
And if in December it's wrong,
We're singing August's song.
And I loved it all from the start,
Then the fall came and took all my heart.
The wind was strong, it stole all the night-
I couldn't stay, but I promised I'd try.
Time's a thief, how it leaves us confused-
Moments we know, now things that we knew.
So if in December you call,
I hope you sing August's song.
I'm feeling something-
Yeah, I'm feeling something.