well, has it hit you?
how do you know it's summer? without knowing what month it is, i mean. tonight was a warm night, and i decided i didn't want to go straight home after dropping off a movie at blockbuster. i rollerbladed around my neighborhood, taking a turn for no reason, not paying attention to anything but the voice of tom petty pounding into my ears from my ipod.
let me run with you tonight
and i'll take you on a moonlight ride
i passed houses and the smell of a birthday cake hit me. i know it was a birthday cake-- they have a distinctive smell of their own that's different than any other cake, you know? somebody's a summer baby, then. i always end up feeling both envious and sorry for them. a couple of houses later, i could smell a barbeque. and that was it.
i woke up in between
a memory and a dream
up until tonight, it didn't feel like summer to me. sure, i was doing everything summer-y: i watched movies every night, slept in, lounged around the pool, read books. i had no schedule and definitely no homework. i no longer needed to wear sweaters and my pants are at the bottom of my drawers. but it still didn't hit me that it was really summer.. until i smelled some kid's birthday cake and a barbeque. right there, as i was rollerblading past these strangers' houses, listening to tom tell me that i didn't know how it feels to be him, the sun was setting and i was thanking myself for wearing a light jacket, BAM!
my old man was born to rock
he's still tryin' to beat the clock
it hit me. it just totally hit me tonight. this is it. it's my first summer as a college student. it's the eighth summer of the millennium. it's the summer that i promised i would have my license by. it's the summer of new orleans. it's the summer before my sophomore year at gallaudet. you'd think that it'd hit me on a sunny day at the beach or something, but no. it was the smell of food. i skated and skated and skated to nowhere in particular until my legs started to shake, and i started to head home. by then, these four words had drowned out tom's voice--
IT. IS. FUCKING. SUMMER.
let me run with you tonight
and i'll take you on a moonlight ride
i passed houses and the smell of a birthday cake hit me. i know it was a birthday cake-- they have a distinctive smell of their own that's different than any other cake, you know? somebody's a summer baby, then. i always end up feeling both envious and sorry for them. a couple of houses later, i could smell a barbeque. and that was it.
i woke up in between
a memory and a dream
up until tonight, it didn't feel like summer to me. sure, i was doing everything summer-y: i watched movies every night, slept in, lounged around the pool, read books. i had no schedule and definitely no homework. i no longer needed to wear sweaters and my pants are at the bottom of my drawers. but it still didn't hit me that it was really summer.. until i smelled some kid's birthday cake and a barbeque. right there, as i was rollerblading past these strangers' houses, listening to tom tell me that i didn't know how it feels to be him, the sun was setting and i was thanking myself for wearing a light jacket, BAM!
my old man was born to rock
he's still tryin' to beat the clock
it hit me. it just totally hit me tonight. this is it. it's my first summer as a college student. it's the eighth summer of the millennium. it's the summer that i promised i would have my license by. it's the summer of new orleans. it's the summer before my sophomore year at gallaudet. you'd think that it'd hit me on a sunny day at the beach or something, but no. it was the smell of food. i skated and skated and skated to nowhere in particular until my legs started to shake, and i started to head home. by then, these four words had drowned out tom's voice--
IT. IS. FUCKING. SUMMER.