© [2026] [Chase Stringfield/ C-String] All Rights Reserved. Summer is almost over Leaves are falling... While I pull over to the shoulder I want to feel salt air again I close my eyes and accept Not forgetting how we met But it was just a short love thing My bags are packed And I'm headed back home I'm a thousand miles away You got my number saved Call me on my phone I'll talk or listen to silence Oh whispering, let's runaway To a place only you and I Know where to find us Highway lights are blinding The outside air feels colder now Your laugh still plays in my mind Of every station I scroll down I trace the tan line on my wrist Where your hand used to sit Counting exit signs like apologies That never quite came out My bags are packed And I'm headed back home I'm a thousand miles away You got my number saved Call me on my phone I'll talk or listen to silence Oh whispering, let's runaway To a place only you and I Know where to find us Summer is almost over Leaves are falling... And I'm screaming at the windshield Why'd we let the long nights end? I swear I felt forever In the salt on your skin But September's got its knife in me And you're already gone again (just call me back, just once) I'm a thousand miles away You got my number saved Call me on my phone I'll talk or listen to silence Oh whispering, let's runaway To a place only you and I Know where to find us
