Summer

Summer's wasting, but not for me
The rivers here run cold and clean
I could find the time to throw a thought your way
And I do
But my arm's not strong enough
To reach to you

Summer's wasting, so I hear
But all that wasting passed you by
This year
Things don't know how to be different
But you have changed

Summer's waiting
All for you
Just cling to His hand
He'll bring you though.