Crickets - Akron/Family

September nights when the dusk calls us outside

Crickets sing songs to bury the sunshine

And all we see is made of moonlight

Drifting from dream to dream

In the day time

A millions stars reflecting in our eyes

Trees sweetly sway and swing while a breeze travels across the sky

And all we see is made of moonlight

Drifting from dream to dream in the day time