She was working a summer job,
selling t-shirts,
towels,
and sunblock.
A Midwest girl who couldn't live without the beach.
I was a local boy who worked next door,
ever seen a smile like hers before.
She put her feet up on the dash of my old Jeep.
It was in a tattoo, tank tops, and Ray-Bans,
and hearts drawn in the sand.
Oh, summer flames ain't meant to last.
They always burn too hot too fast.
Don't talk about it, but you both understand.
You get drunk on those boardwalk days,
and that pretty bust look on her face.
And it fades away just like a seaside tan.
And hearts drawn in the sand.
Sit out on the St. John's Pier.
She drank wine and I drank beer.
And when we saw a boat light blink,
we'd make a wish.
Then we'd take a walk where the waves hit your feet.
She'd lean right in close to me.
And I could taste the sun and salt on her lips.
And that day would wash away when the tide came in,
like hearts drawn in the sand.
Oh, summer flames ain't meant to last.
They always burn too hot too fast.
You don't talk about it,
but you both understand.
You get drunk on those boardwalk days,
and that pretty bust look on her face.
And it fades away just like a seaside tan.
And hearts drawn in the sand.
Yeah,
you get drunk on those boardwalk days,
and that pretty bust look on her face.
Then it fades away just like a seaside tan.
And hearts drawn in the sand.