Born in the spring
Stubborn and free
I take the road when I need it to be there for me
Summer sings, passes the time
June and July always seem to fly by
But now magic and rose makes it go slow
And I'm here pretending it won't turn to fall
But I turn to the fall
It hurts after all
I made a bed of red roses just to feel thorns
Just to feel thorns

I've made mistakes to face them again
Now I'm awake and I search for a means to a mend, summer's end
The road and the tire, is better off traveled with somewhere in mind
So I go find my home, live where I stay
Be there for someone who needs me that way
Oh, I need you that way
I need you that way
I need you, I need you, I need you that way

(then, repeat a lot of ohs, and then some ahs, and then some more ohs)