There was a place in Maine,|not that long ago|Where we would hide away,||for several months or so.|Tucked beneath the pines,|and under summer skies,|a bunch of twenty somethings running barefoot every night.|And some of us were new,|and some had been for years.|And a few of us found love,|all of us had fears.|But every single night,|we'd gather by the fire,|and sing away the night.||And oh, when the fire burns out and the embers all die,|we still have all our stories,|like stars in the sky.|And we will always remember how we lit up the night.|Oh, summers by the lake,||like a million twinkling lights...||And the days were only measured by the sun's rise and fall,|and we spent our nights out searching for the meaning of it all.|Falling deep in love,||sneaking out at night,|somehow it just felt right.||And oh, when the fire burns out and the embers all die,|we still have all our stories,|like stars in the sky.|And we will always remember how we lit up the night.||Oh, summers by the lake,|like a million twinkling lights...|Twinkling lights...||Well I never saw it coming,|but now I'll always know,|that summer is more than freedom,|and love will come and go.|We may not have it now,|but we had it then.|We will never be the same,|no matter how it ends.|Because when we've all grown old,|living far away.|On our darkest days,|we will remember Maine.||Cuz there's something about a fire,|and a couple rounds of beer.|And we'll tell em all our dreams,|love for all to hear.||And oh, when the fire burned out and the embers all died,|we still had all our stories,|like stars in the sky.|And we will always remember how we lit up the night.|Oh, summers by the lake,|like a million twinlking lights...|Twinkling lights...|Twinkling lights...|Twinkling lights...|Twinkling lights.|