Do you remember the longest summer day The days above the clay The hours we would waste away And the sounds And the sounds that we’d surround the outskirts of this town So what was up would not fall down You’re holding on to what’s dead and gone It’s not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing You’re holding on to what’s dead and gone It doesn't take the push of marketing to act like there is no tomorrow I know it’s nostalgia that is sharpening my wit It picks the hairs I choose to split The perspective that I’m parting with But in this town In this town where laughter drowns We put our best friends in the ground So what was lost cannot be found You’re holding on to what’s dead and gone It’s not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing You’re holding on to what’s dead and gone It doesn’t take the push of marketing to act like there is no tomorrow Father told me son you must never walk alone Keep these memories in your heart and you will learn to carry on It’s not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing It’s not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing I will rectify the fallacy of waiting for my new beginning I will rectify the fallacy of waiting for my new tomorrow