The ghosts of summer
Are coming to get you back
Mama, didn't I tell you that
It always seems
He has an ace up his sleeve
I think he's dumb
And he don't get much sleep
It's raining as she reads
It's dark out when he leaves
And in the lake sari's making up a face
Some buddy takes her plate
Another time I'll be forced to cross the line
I know the shit I find
I'm in a steel black car
Writing in the dark
But then I took you by the hand
Took you by the heart
And every night I would it through
And every night we'd get back together
Every night I would see it through
And we'd walk hand in hand
Downtown to the river
And every night I would it through
Every night I'd be there too
Every night I would see her through
We'd all get back together