Summer Home

I promise 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?
Can we ever be home again?

It's how we start over.
It's how we start, It's how we start,
O-o-ver.
It's how we start over.
It's how we start, It's how we start,
O-o-ver.

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.
And 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 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.