Some people wait all their lives for this,
and still don't know what it is
Keeping secrets everybody knows
no one shouldn't know
I am in favor of the roads when they are wet,
median stained in brake light red
For every hour we are left alone,
if only to know how to come home
In the summertime, you're my far away home
And you get tired of this,
it's hard to fall asleep
And your eyes are like dancers,
like the motions of your speech
And you close those eyes to say goodbye
but never do, somehow I hold on to you
And your best nights fall when the morning rises
And the pictures in your house
that make you think time likes us
With all this running round
it seems we always do,
somehow, I hold on to you
Yeah, somehow, I hold on to you
In the summertime, you're my far away home
Wounds of light on the hillside,
waiting for midnight to turn
We waited for miles around,
that turn can't make a sound
And your best nights fall when the morning rises
And the pictures in your house
that make you think time likes us
With all this running round
it seems we always do,
somehow, I hold on to you
Yeah, somehow, I hold on to you
In the summertime, you're my far away home