The North Shore

Yea night becomes everyone
But I can hate the way it can be
One more chip of nail polish
One more breeze and summer’s complete
We occurred to each other
Forty-eight hours a day
We rode by like teen angels
With our heads held so high
And eyes heavenward, we don’t care
We held hands between our bikes
I can still see you
Staring out your screen door
I can still see you now
Watching the wavetops for more
Out therе on the north shore
Now peoplе go faster
And winter’s when people want people more
When it’s tough to go backward
And it’s tough, tough to go forward
We rode by like the teen angels
With our heads in the sky
Eyes heavenward, ah, we don’t care
We held hands between our bikes
I can still see you
Walking the strand, like before
O I can just see you now
Watching the swallows turn and soar
Out there on the north shore
Summer lowers its flag now
It gently brushes the floor
Oh I can just see us now
Oh where the swallows turn and soar
Yeah, I can still see you
Staring out your screen door
I can still see you
Walking the strand like before
Yeah, can I still reach you?
Is there a way back to before?
A way back to the north shore