Summer Trance

On the weekends you would call, from a payphone on the wall
Tell your folks back home what's new
At a campfire in the trees, I would play guitar and sing
Lyrics act as subtle clues
She'd pick up on some words, or maybe know a verse
But I'm sure that wasn't all she knew
See this was not the kind of love, that was careful or discussed
Like cigarettes it killed me slow
But I'd lie awake at night, just to see your cabin light
In hopes you might disturb the glow

We would meet eyes by the lake, while the kids all ran and played
But I always wished we were alone
Well my wish became the truth, on a Friday in late June
When we crossed paths on a midnight stroll
But my weakness and my strength, it let you walk away
And pass on by with just "hello"
When I saw you in the dawn, with the clothes that you had on
Under the moon the night before
You looked up from your plate, your tired frozen gaze
Met with mine and found some warmth

On the night of July 4th, we watched fireworks from the porch
You took my hand just standing there
You leaned into my ear, so that no one else would hear
"I'd let you take me anywhere
We snuck off to a boat, that was tied down with a rope
You kissed me on the captain's chair
We decided on that night, when she flickered her porch light
Then we'd meet down by the dock
I said "Marie are you in love?" she said "as much as anyone"
And still that answer has me lost

July was fleeting fast, but was filled with unsurpassed
Rendezvouses with my Marie
One night we stole some oars, and we rowed away from shore
We sat and stared down at our feet
The question came back up, "I said Marie are you in love?"
She said, "If time will let me, I will be"
But the last night of July, crashed on us like the tide
And the water rocked and waved farewell
I held her to my chest, one last time before we left
But that goodbye it hurt like Hell

The summer moon it wanes, and soon the leaves will change
And I head back to school next week
But it just don't seem right, I won't see your cabin light
When I take my tired bones to sleep
Packing up my car, is like writing a memoir
Things that remind me of Marie
I pull away from camp, and I find the exit ramp
Return to life I'd known in May
Marie your summer trance, I wouldn't call romance
But those nights
I'd never trade away