[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