Never thought you'd come to look through me
Try to see a ghost in the windshield
Always wind up steppin' on bedsheets
But you can get the most out of four wheels
It was late July in a suitcase
I just finished packing myself closed
You were like sugar on a toothache
Left me with a look and a few notes
But what the hell is a number
If I can't get a name
I see you in the summer
But we both haven't changed
When the sun is a letter
And your eyes are the same
I'll be spelling it out all over again
Guess I couldn't wait to be Sunday
You were skipping class just to see me
I was like the lines on the runway
You were taking off with the CDs
Wish we did a little more talking
Wish I didn't play with the flowers
Used to be trail you were walking
But you must know that August has strange powers
But what the hell is a number
If I can't get a name
I see you in the summer
But we both haven't changed
When the sun is a letter
And your eyes are the same
I'll be spelling it out all over again