Magic Boy - Summer Salt

Ay-ay-ay, there’s a magic boy

Sitting on the front steps near his dad’s old Mustang Ford

Where a love that used to live ain’t anymore

Ay-ay-ay, goes the magic boy

Taking the heat on, of a West Texas July

Burning the freeway in with the dusty night

Home in his new Ford, everything that’s left too fast

Not meant to last

Ay-ay-ay, there’s the magic boy

Sitting on the front steps of old hook and letter four

Wooden fires out in a heart one once adored

Ay-ay-ay, goes the magic boy

Taking the heat on, of a West Texas July

Burning the freeway in with the dusty night

Home in his new Ford, everything that’s left too fast

Not meant to last

Taking his top down, he put a star on scenic drive

Cooling his hands from the rusty firefight

One of these days everything that’s left too fast

Will come back at last

Will come back at last