Texty: Everything But The Girl. British Summertime.

Leaving at dawn to beat the traffic, do you remember that too?
Curled asleep on the back seat, do you remember that too?
The soundless dark, the empty road, do you remember that too?
And that child asleep, only eight years old, do you recognise as you?

June, July, September, stretched ahead and out of view
The whole world seemed a safe place and never ending too
And it was never as simple as you thought
They were just things you never knew
And up ahead, your parents bore the weight
Of all their worries and yours too

Windows down on the coast road, wanting to be first to see the sea
The whole world seemed a safe place, temporarily
But it was never as simple as you thought
And you found out as you grew
That up ahead, your parents had borne the weight
Of all their worries and yours too

All their worries and yours too