"a week before the summer starts,
i'll meet you and we'll both begin to smile.
with laughing eyes and beating hearts,
we'll talk until it's more than just a while.
but you'll be busy, i'll be gone,
and after that we won't have time to spare.
and for a while, we'll both move on,
but never for a moment cease to care.
i can see it now.
i can see it now.
some silly, sorry twist of fate,
and suddenly we both have time to meet.
we'll probably stay out much too late,
and by the end you've swept me off my feet.
but you'll be scared and i'll be shy,
and it'll take too long to seize the day.
and looking back, i'll wonder why,
but that won't change the outcome anyway.
i can see it now.
i can see it now.
[some sort of break?]
and if we ever follow through,
it won't be 'til july is two weeks past.
and you'll have me and i'll have you,
but flights are booked and we know it won't last.
the last two weeks will fly right by,
and in the end we won't know what to say.
and i won't look you in the eye,
as i ask, "was it worth it anyway?"
i can see it now.
i can see it now.
a week before the summer starts,
we'll meet and then we both will feel the sway.
and for the sake of both our hearts,
i wish that we would both just walk away,
but i can see it now.
i can see it now.
i can see it now.
i can see it now."
6.22.2011
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