Summertime Lyrics

Stephen Gordon Summertime

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

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