Coast Road Last Weekend

Hands out the window, grabbing at the wind,
Wish the calendar would hold its breath today.
Keep the windows down in the summer going,
Let the sun hang low and the radio play.
Boys, we're young again and we're glowing,
Monday can't wait another day.
Someday the bills will find us, someday the kids will call,
Tonight I'm just a kid with my buddies,
Nobody keeping score at all.
So bring the tapes and the sunburned cream,
We'll burn the last of July like it's a dream.