Summer

Summer, and what happens after summer's ending
Naked, out of breath, a hand clutched to my chest
I'll waste no time in saying: This is a familiar craving
I can't stop until I'm holding on, I won't wait long

And there's an old guitar tuned the way I like
And the ocean's blue sparkles in the light

List off reason after reason to keep from leaving
Champagne on the porch and when we're done there's always more
Oh, call this what you want: An accidental true, true love
It isn't that it's not enough, but look what's waiting, look what I could touch

A little room shaped just the way I like
And the city's blue sparkles in the light

Summer, and what happens after summer's ending
Dinner, hours long and I'm reminded of a song
I'll sing, you'll nod and hum and time will stretch out into something
Soft and barely moving, I'll ignore what I am losing

I'll keep your old guitar tuned the way I like
Won't let the long nights doom sharpen in the light