Summer, ME - Transit

I can hear the

Sounds of laughter

Cut across the lake

Over campfire lights

Through summers in Maine

The low hum of an old busted radio

Singing songs that we knew

Play it over and again

Back till you begin

To match the beating of your heart

With the ringing in your ears

Over and again

Back till you begin

To match the beating of your heart

With the ringing in your ears

Come on and waste away with me

Up with the rhythm

Down with the beat

Growing older, oh oh

We’re getting older, oh oh

Waiting for the sound of a lock to turn

Moving like a ghost in-between the walls

Take me to the very edge of your pain

Tap me like a stone outside your window

I’ll be visiting you in flashbacks

I’ll be visiting you in dreams

With our legs on the edge of summer

The moon spotlighting in the water

Come on and waste away with me

Up with the rhythm

Down with the beat

Growing older, oh oh

We’re getting older, oh oh

Cause these are the nights

That fill my heart

And these are the times

I’ll keep and carry

Older, oh oh

We’re getting older, oh oh

Up with the rhythm

Down with the beat

Up with the rhythm

Down with the beat

I hear that radio

Singing songs that we knew

The ones my mother fell in love to

Play it over and again

Back till you begin

To match the beating of your heart

With the ringing in your ears

Over and again

Back till you begin

To match the beating of your heart

With the ringing in your ears

Come on and waste away with me

Up with the rhythm

Down with the beat

Growing older, oh oh

We’re getting older, oh oh

Cause these are the nights

That fill my heart

And these are the times

I’ll keep and I’ll carry

Older, oh oh

We’re getting older, oh oh