Verse
Ferris wheel light spinning gold on the pier
Salt on your collar, you laughed in my ear
We bought six postcards from a spinning rack
Wrote "wish you were here" but never mailed them back
Pre-Chorus
Drawer full of stamps we don't use
Boxes of days we refuse to lose
So tell me why does August still feel so close
Chorus
I'm holding on to the feeling
The screen door slam, the ceiling fan spinning slow
Holding on to the feeling
Two straws, one drink, the neon's afterglow
Some things you can't send in the mail
So I keep the summer in a jar on the shelf
Holding on to the feeling
Verse
Polaroid fading but the porch light stays on
Your handwriting curls like a favorite old song
The boardwalk still smells like the sugar and tar
We drove till the gas light and we didn't get far
Pre-Chorus
Drawer full of stamps we don't use
Boxes of days we refuse to lose
So tell me why does August still feel so close
Chorus
I'm holding on to the feeling
The screen door slam, the ceiling fan spinning slow
Holding on to the feeling
Two straws, one drink, the neon's afterglow
Some things you can't send in the mail
So I keep the summer in a jar on the shelf
Holding on to the feeling
Bridge
Maybe the postcards were never the point
Maybe it's you, in this rusted old joint
If I mailed them today would you still feel the same
Or just the ghost of a golden July flame
Either way I don't need you to answer
I've got the whole summer sealed like a letter
Chorus
I'm holding on to the feeling
The screen door slam, the ceiling fan spinning slow
Holding on to the feeling
Two straws, one drink, the neon's afterglow
Some things you can't send in the mail
So I keep the summer in a jar on the shelf
Holding on to the feeling
Holding on to the feeling
