Summer Nights

Summer Nights and the air is sweet.

The stars are filled with jasmine,

I got moonbeams on my feet.

I’m wishing I could call you,

but I know that you don’t want to hear from me.

Sipping roses through a cigarette,

these streets unfold for hours until my legs feel like lead,

and I can’t climb the tower that would take me to your loving arms again.

Tell me why I can’t just walk away?

Was all my love… was all my love in vain?

Shadows dancing in an empty room,

I can smell you in my sheets but it feels just like a tomb.

And I can’t fall to sleep because my dreams are filled with images of you.

Step to the window and throw it open wide.

The night that rushes in blows the spooks out of my mind.

But your mark is on my skin.

I can’t wash it clean no matter how hard I try.

But only fools stand crying in the rain.

Was all my love… was all my love in vain?

Peace of mind is in the whistle of a train.

Was all my love… was all my love in vain?

The night is restless.

It’s too hot to sleep.

The motel lights are dim,

but I’m choking on the heat.

My head is starting to swim and this fever clouds my sense of certainty.

The stone is shattered and a light shines through.

I slip in through the darkness.

Inside the air is soft and cool.

But this place is full of bones and I can’t wait here holding to a dead man’s truth.

So Jesus,

did you die and rise again?

Or was all my love… was all my love in vain?

Jesus,

did you die and rise again?

Or was all my love… was all my love in vain?