H ear that sound
A s the rain beats down
O n the roof of our old summer hom e.
T here'se an old wind chime
A nd an " up for sale " sign
A nd the grass in long overgro wn.
W aves crash against the coa st
W hile old gho sts
A re still haunting me .
T hough the blindes have long been drawned
O r whatever went on
I n that old summe r home by the se a.
S o farewell
T o the crabes and shells
O n the rocks on a cold windy day .
A nd the little boy's shemes
A nd the rush of nicotine
A nd the boat we set free in the ba y.
A s the moon tugs upon the t ide
S ad and wild eyes
A re still haunting me .
S omwhere deep down in my bones
I will always fee l alone
I n that old summe r home by the se a.
T hough the blindes have long been drawned
O r whatever went on
S omwhere deep down in my bones
I will always fee l alone
I n that old summe r home by the se a.