Summertime - Stephen Gordon
Some people wait all their lives for this
And still don't know what it is
Keeping secrets everybody knows
No one shouldn't know
I am in favor of the roads when they are wet
Median stained in brake light red
For every hour we are left alone
If only to know how to come home
In the summertime
You're my far away home
And you get tired of this
It's hard to fall asleep
And your eyes are like dancers
Like the motions of your speech
And you close those eyes to say goodbye
But never do somehow I hold on to you
And your best nights fall when the morning rises
And the pictures in your house
That make you think time likes us
With all this running round
It seems we always do
Somehow I hold on to you
Yeah somehow I hold on to you
In the summertime
You're my far away home
In the summertime
You're my far away home
Wounds of light on the hillside
Waiting for midnight to turn
We waited for miles around
That turn can't make a sound
And your best nights fall when the morning rises
And the pictures in your house
That make you think time likes us
With all this running round
It seems we always do
Somehow I hold on to you
Yeah somehow I hold on to you
In the summertime
You're my far away home
In the summertime
You're my far away home
