At The Waterfront

This is not true nothing That I write is true Just a drunken teenage memory That will never replace you The moon shines brighter Than an October sun tonight Waving hands that tell a forever goodbye Meet you at sundown here to say goodbye Meet me at sundown there Summer Another Wednesday morning Is tearing me apart I should stop drinking that much This is not my summer, not my thrill It has never been and never will --- At the Waterfront - Waterdown