She's just waiting for the summertime, when the weather's fine
She could hitch a ride out of town, and so far away
From that low down, good-for-nothing, mistake-making fool
With excuses like: 'baby, that was a long time ago'
But that's just a euphemism, if you want the truth -
He was out of control
But a short time's a long time: when your mind just won't let it go
Well, summer came along and then it was gone, and
So was she, but
Not from him
Cause he followed her
Just to let her know: her dreams are dreams, and all this living's so much harder than it seems
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