Karaoké End of August Noah Kahan

Richie and Austen are often along for the ride

They don't say a lot but they know every inch of this drive

If these trees started talkin'

I bet you they'd only talk shit

'Cos we never do anything real we just talk about it

Mmh

Endin' of August

The bugs are just startin' to die

All the neighbors are votin' for someone who wins every time

And I thought gettin' older meant knowin' it's too late to try

And I tried gettin' sober

I swear I did better this time

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Oh oh oh oh everything you see out here will die

Oh oh it's a matter of time 'till it's fields of ice and reflector lights

'Till it's our town

Mmh

And anything you need

I will provide

A ride home or an alibi

I know the traffic light you can speed right by 'cos the camera's down

And I follow New York plates to the county line

I ignore 'em when they wave on Eighty-Nine

The minute that

September hits

I'm goin' off my medicine oh

Late August angst and a pointless night

Oh oh and the feelin' of bein' alive for the first time in a long time

Drawin' of a place

Oh we're a photo on the fridge

They mined copper for years

Oh there was nothin' left to dig

It's a place where most kids just grow up and have kids who grow up and have kids who build homes for the rich

Ho oh oh oh everything you see out here will die

Oh oh it's a matter of time 'till it's fields of ice and reflector lights

'Till it's our town

'Till it's our town

'Till it's our town

And it's ours now 'cos it's ours now

O-Five

O-Seven-Two

The long shadow over us