it's the first of july
i'm watching the sky
and the cars going by
i can't look you in the eye
your finger runs along the steering wheel, shy
hair awry
sad eyes, yet warm, like pie
we both know we shouldn't try
i feel hollow, i can't cry
i know this might be goodbye
cause we're young, and we're spry
i won't lose myself to some guy
so take care, and fly high