Hear that sound As the rain beats down On the roof of our old summer home. There'se an old wind chime And an " up for sale " sign And the grass in long overgrown. Waves crash against the coast While old ghosts Are still haunting me. Though the blindes have long been drawned Or whatever went on In that old summer home by the sea. So farewell To the crabes and shells On the rocks on a cold windy day. And the little boy's shemes And the rush of nicotine And the boat we set free in the bay. As the moon tugs upon the tide Sad and wild eyes Are still haunting me. Somwhere deep down in my bones I will always feel alone In that old summer home by the sea. Though the blindes have long been drawned Or whatever went on Somwhere deep down in my bones I will always feel alone In that old summer home by the sea.