Summer came ‘round…
He headed south on the open road,
Turning the wheel without thinking –
From the outside looking in,
He didn’t seem to make a sound…
Nothing would change,
Whoever they might be, saying “farewell…”
A tearful reunion? Yeah, maybe someday –
When the sun set low, and it burned him with rage,
She sang to him, about where they think you are –
What happens when you leave –
Somewhere near the bleak harbour wall
On the edge of the mercury sea…
Pulling up sharp – nobody’s waiting there anyway –
Trees began to sway in the wind,
Dismal with rain,
And the river overflowed…
Early one day, up in the lighthouse,
She tumbled out of bed –
Golden hair tangled as she laughed aloud!
When he thinks of it now,
It’s better that way…
She sang to him, about where they think you are –
What happens when you leave –
Somewhere by the bleak harbour wall
Looking out at the mercury sea…
Word & Music by Andrew Bodnar 1997
Dedicated to Sandy D.
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