Simply

Our summer's soundtrack Falls on several ears. It lives on inside me. Dwells in my mind and chokes my throat. A mind distraught with folk and lore. Time spent looking at the door And singing songs at a gentle roar. Here is my lullaby, it came from you. It was the last thing here I'd hoped to do. We settled down here, wet and mild. A familiar place far from the crowd. With minds that bend and pockets empty, Just passing by, away from the frenzy. City street and awkward gazes, Time I sat and read some pages About a young man growing old in time While spending time just passing by. Watching faces and hearing stories. Walking out with fists of fury. Hearing voices and hearing noises. Seeing things beyond a fortress He holds it up now with rugged hands. From working many hours toiling sad Amongst the drunks and high school widowed brides Saying when I'm with my husband I usually cry and lie awake with A buzzing in my ears. When I came back I was all alone And in my mind a song played softly And when I awoke, I started over. Our summer's soundtrack running over.