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 ...