How I love those late summer nights
the fresh salty air, good friends,
you want to cry of happiness
and feel the world is at your feet,
But how I hate those late summer nights
and the false hope they bring!
I need to cry bitter tears of solitude;
you know it’s just this moment
and that it’ll soon come to an end,
It’s over before you get to see it
this either won’t last forever,
all you’re left with are memories
which help you survive
until the next late summer night.