In fancy dinner restaurantsnIn Polaroids with people on nThey’re memories now, this summer’s gonenAnd happiness won’t last that long nAs perilous as summer flirtsnAs lines in books that really hurtnThe sunlight hit your golden hairnAnd I heard voices on the airnAnother season ends and you are far from homenYou ended up at Disney screenings all alonenThose nights I had the strangest dreamsnBut as we all know they’re real it seemsnWe had sex wearing boxing glovesnAnd still you called it making lovenAnother season ends and you are far from homenIn postcard margins saying: “Miss you, I’m alone”nBut the good things happen to those who waitnNow leaves on trees are leaving thesenAnd like a tree that looks aheadnFor summer to revive it from the deadnI haven’t given up on you yetn n