Drifting high on the end skies
Summer stars feeling alright
Waves of the heat
rolling by
This endless summer was made for you and I
It was the wrong time on the strong tide
To the wrong town
And the dead of night
It wasn't time for me,
wasn't meant to be
I guess everybody got a lonesome home
Was it the fear Of the places to be?
Or was it just me?
Or the thing that I see
before sunrise?
There's the shore
at the end of the road
We'll make it together if tomorrow comes
I was falling asleep on the passenger seat
With the word of promise
out on the street
It was the wrong time
on the strong tide To the wrong town
And the dead of night
It wasn't time for me,
wasn't meant to be
I guess everybody
got a lonesome home
Was it the fear Of the places to be?
Or maybe Was it the fear
Of the thing that I see In the dead of night
In the days of light