In July
The summer sun hangs high against the sky
And you can hear the sound of kids out riding their bikes
As the long days turn slowly in to night

In July
The fireflies are just like Christmas lights
The cicadas sing and the crickets they reply
And listen close as time passes us by

We close our eyes
We pretend the world isn't turning
We pretend the world it's in our hands
It's in our hands

In July
We'll pick a date and you'll be wearing white
And your daddy's there to walk you down the isle
And your mom will watch and she'll try not to cry

We close our eyes.
We pretend the world isn't turning.
We pretend the world it's in our hands
It's in our hands

In July
In July
In July