From the hot to the cold, spring to the fall

You and I was meant to be together in love

Something 'bout a wound down in my soul

Something on my mind easy be told

3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands

These 2 hands of mine

You've got that 1 thing that can make a man blind

And grow in my past fame

In the summertime, in the wintertime

You talk to us, you talk to us

In the summertime, in the wintertime

You talk to us, you talk to us

In the summertime, in the wintertime

You talk to us, you talk to us

In the summertime, in the wintertime

You talk to us, you talk to us

From the hot to cold, spring to the fall

You and I was meant to be together in love

Something 'bout a wound down in my soul

Something on my mind easy be told

3 steps, 3 steps behind these 2 hands

These 2 hands of mine

You've got that 1 thing that can make a man blind

And grow in my past fame

In the summertime, in the wintertime

You talk to us, you talk to us

In the summertime, in the wintertime

You talk to us, you talk to us

In the summertime, in the wintertime

You talk to us, you talk to us

In the summertime, in the wintertime

You talk to us, you talk to us