Summer days we couldn't change them if we tried
why would we want to it fun just to be u nobody lied
trying to remember whose people that made summer special
it hard to when they all away gone another day
we had fun a blast what can we say
the warm nights camping my the fire
the swimming when it was to hot our desire
we can wait to tell there story's again
same old loop never any rain
with the guitar and the songs
let forget about TV and start to see
who we are the real us the real me
camping is my soul
camping ended over night
oh well next year it will be right
