The last golden miles.

Warm summer nights windows down , music up .

Warm summer nights follow my tail lights and see whats up .

Warm summer nights , ocean sparkles in my headlights .

Warm summer nights lets dance , romance , moonlight enchants .

Warm summer breeze , fast cars and freedom we did as we pleased .

Warm summer breeze , in Buick’s , Camero’s and Chargers what a sight to be seen .

Warm summer breeze driving that sky blue skylark, you looked like a Hollywood queen .

Warm summer breeze I wonder If I’d met you then what might have been .

Warm summer rain my mind drifts to those last summers now and again .

Warm summer rain the last seasons of childhood innocence , before adulthood pain .

Warm summer rain , nostalgic tears wet my cheeks but leaves no sad stains .

Warm summer rain driving those golden miles of memory again and again .

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