Summer Home

I promised you I'm never giving up

Never giving up, never giving up

I won't give in

But now that my body's giving up

My legs are giving out my head is throwing up its hands

It's asking

Can we wait for the summer again?

Can we hold out for summer again?

Will we ever be whole again?

My old house, my childhood's tomb

It is a failing light, but it will come back soon

A candle burns in your old room

And before it goes out, I swear I will find you

My little sister, I was two

The year that you were born and ben came after you

We all three shared gentle youth

Our mother combed our hair

Our father cleaned our wounds

Then a small thing happened, or sunk its tooth

And I was left behind, in different shapes you move

In my peripheral sight I reach out for you

But when I turn my head I'm in an empty room

A faceless clock, the hands unmoved

But for a layer of dust, a cobweb or two

In a broken mirror I see my broken truths

Now when I comb my hair, I pull the gray ones loose

My old house, my childhood's tomb

It is a failing light, but it will come back soon

In the backyard, birds, a dogwood blooms

I will come back home, I will wait for you

I will wait for the summer

I will hold out for summer

I will wait, there's a promise-land

In every man's heart. There is a summer