Summer Home

I promised you I’m never giving up
Never giving up, never giving up
I won’t give in
But now that my body’s giving up
My legs are giving out my head is throwing up its hands
It’s asking
Can we wait for the summer again?
Can we hold out for summer again?
Will we ever be whole again?
My old house, my childhood’s tomb
It is a failing light, but it will come back soon
A candle burns in your old room
And before it goes out, i swear i will find you
My little sister, i was two
The year that you were born and ben came after you
We all three shared gentle youth
Our mother combed our hair, our father cleaned our wounds
Then a small thing happened, or sunk its tooth
And i was left behind, in different shapes you move
In my peripheral sight i reach out for you
But when i turn my head I’m in an empty room
A faceless clock, the hands unmoved
But for a layer of dust, a cobweb or two
In a broken mirror i see my broken truths
Now when i comb my hair, i pull the gray ones loose
My old house, my childhood’s tomb
It is a failing light, but it will come back soon
In the backyard, birds, a dogwood blooms
I will come back home, i will wait for you
I will wait for the summer
I will hold out for summer
I will wait, there’s a promise-land
In every man’s heart. there is a summer
That’s how we sung
Oh, oh, oh