They thought that summer would last forever   But soon September was spiraling down…      Barefoot on blacktop, this is their street   No status symbols to cover them   They want techno and fashion, they’re sick of their toys   But momma told them, patience-      Hand me down days   Before you know you’ll soon be grown   Hand me down days will fade   To something of your own      Local stars are high up above tonight   They got lead boots, silver suits   Stripped down satellites-   The skins are on the playground, drinking cheap wine   And running from detectives      Hand me down days   Before you know they’ll soon be gone   Hand me down days will fade   To something of your own   Something like a home      They thought that summer would last forever   September must fall-      Hand me down days   Before you know they’ll soon be gone   Hand me down days will fade…      Hand me down days   Before you know you’ll soon be grown   Hand me down days will fade