I’m gonna miss those midwest sunsets

And the way you say my name

Driving in circles 'til the radio resets

And the songs all sound the same

Making movies in the backyard

With the cameras in our eyes

Catching time in little glass jars

Serenading fireflies

Will you be there to take me back to July?

With cardboard wings taped on the back of our bikes

When sunny days start passing me by

Will you be there to take me back to July? (Huh)

Will you be there to take me back to July?

Already missing what that sunlight tastes like

After dancing in the rain

Sitting like statues on your front porch all night

Letting time just slip away

Tracing patterns in the night sky

'Til they made some kind of sense

Making wishes on a satellite

Living in the present tense

Will you be there to take me back to July?

With cardboard wings taped on the backs of our bikes

When all our plans were as clear as the sky

And we could dance into the dead of the night

I still recall all the time we’d spend

We’d make believe that summer feeling never would end

When sunny days start passing me by

Will you be there to take me back to July?

(Take me back)

Will you be there to take me back to July?

Will you be there?

And I don’t know just why or when

I’m hoping maybe one day I could feel it again

When leaves turn red under cloudy skies

I know I’ll think about the way the sun hit your eyes

I still recall all the time we’d spend

We’d make believe that summer feeling never would end

When sunny days start passing me by

Will you be there?

Will you be there to take me back to July?

With cardboard wings taped on the back of our bikes

When sunny days start passing me by

Will you be there to take me back to July?