Sounds of Summer - Peter Cincotti

Waking up to bicycle wheels

Spinning past the lawn

Jumping out of a wood-creaking bed

Too excited to yawn

When the bees

Buzzed down the lane

When the waves

Were calling my name

Oh the sounds of summer I can still hear

The drums of the ocean beat in my ear

It’s a three month song only childhood could play

But it’s written in sand

And it’s washing away

The bounce of a basketball shot from the pool

The bell of the fireman’s fair

Hard working voices you knew you could trust

I thought they’d always be there

I didn’t know

The salt water breeze

Could turn into snow

Oh but the sounds of summer are still pretty clear

The drums of the ocean beat in my ear

Endless echoes of yesterday

Repeat and repeat

But keep getting farther away

Oh farther away

Sometimes it seems like a life

That I never led

I wish I could’ve said «Goodnight»

When my youth went to bed

Now I’m waking up the hotel Front Desk

6 A.M.

on the dot

It’s 90 degrees and I’m making believe

The shower’s a pool but it’s not

And I go

And I get on the plane

'Cause I know

The next city is calling my name

And the sounds of summer I hardly can hear

The hum of the engine’s clogging my ears

I’m begging my memory to give me a hand

But this flight

Is ready to land …