Lyrics

92 degrees on the second day of June
That muggy Midwest air is already coming through
Oh, I know you hate the summertime
And baby, so do I
'Cause I despise anything that takes away your smile

So won't you break away with me
Just like we're 17
And we can cross that Mississippi River
Where the cornfields turn to wheat
Break away with me

The first thing I noticed, it had to be your eyes
When I traipsed in through the door, they wouldn't let go of mine
Well, I fumbled with my hands, and it was hard to speak
I couldn't slow down my heart, the way you looked at me

So won't you break away with me
Just like we're 17
And we can cross that Mississippi River
Where the cornfields turn to wheat
Break away with me