It was the same summer I learned to play It Had To Be You on the piano The same summer we jumped the fence at the fair And you won in two throws the pink dog I tried all night to win Theres a storehouse of song titles I can recite from that summer I hear one every now and then It seems Im always driving when I hear one I turn the radio up and blank my mind And let it drift, its a good thing I never hear more than one at a time Or I dont think I could see to drive I see pictures taken that summer Every time I give my personal belongings Their annual cleaning out Remember the one that was taken In your back yard the evening of graduation? You wrote on the back, you wrote Well you know what you wrote Or maybe you dont but I do I still go to the same theater we went to that summer I always sit about tenth from the back on the right You always got a headache if we sat any closer And had to squint if we sat any farther back You might also likeYou were a lot of trouble to me Of course I see the same people We saw that summer None of them ever mention you I guess they dont know I still remember you like I do Or maybe they do know I still remember you like I do Maybe thats why they dont mention you And the places, the places are still there Although most of them have changed That narrow bumpy dirt road up to the knoll Where we used to park has been paved And a new housing development has gone in Houses, cars, and people have invaded our place Where your innocence became my guilt People live daily as if nothing has ever happened On that piece of ground Ive learned other songs on the piano The fair doesnt come anymore Until late September And those songs make me Sad now instead of happy The pictures have gotten bent And corners broken off Theyve put on a new wide screen And swinging chairs in the theater The people have grown older And the knoll is a pool of lights after dark But the summers are still hot and thats the Bout the only thing that hasnt changed Except that I still love you
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