MUSIC FOR SALE

I don’t remember where we went wrong There’s a funny kind of echo in our room
and I don’t recall you saying you were leaving just the bed is cold – and you are gone.
Summer was meant to be the time of our lives so what an awful surprise!
And you made it so clear
You’re on the beach
with your new lover
a postcard telling me it’s over I fight back tears
and I wish you were here.
This restless summer breeze can’t cool my aching head the die is cast and all the runes are read
we should be lying close beneath the waving palms
now there’s some other someone wrapped, in your arms
Summer’s a season to delight and amaze Instead there are just these Dog Days And you’ve made it so clear
You’re on the beach
with your new lover
this postcard telling me it’s over I fight back tears
and I wish you were here.
Bridge
Goodbye to Summer – oh I must have been blind You tell me it’s cruel to be kind
Well, you’ve made that so clear
You’re on the beach
with your new lover
this postcard telling me it’s over I’m wasting tears
still, I wish you were here.