Requiem for a Ramp by Timothy Monger Lyrics

August burning like a lamp
The sun is murder on our backs
Nearing summer's end
And nearly every hour spent
Among broken decks and friendships that got bent

Reverberating through the trees
The hollow throb of wood and wheels
I've been dropping in
Only to slam and try again
Impatient for the rest of life to begin

It will be September in a week
The summer slides into its sleeve
Then we're off to school
And the start of something new
Try not to let it make a fool of you

Now there's
Nothing but bramble and weeds
Where that old halfpipe used to be
Only whippoorwill
And the old Penosha Trail
Ground zero for path I'm seeking still