As a little boy in my neighborhood
a game would go on
Who'll get out of here
stare out my window as the nights grow long
Right scuffed knee and all,
I'd offer up my humble prayer
Make me different oh,
Take me across those mountains there

Every time you see me on the stage somewhere
Every time you're telling me that I don't care
There'll be time
to live along the coast of Maine
There'll be times when I have to go away

Everyday you say
that both of us are growing old
But I like it here
pull you closer as the nights grow cold
And I know sometimes
I don't return the love you show
Oh but keep in mind
it takes rain to make the tulips grow

Every time you see me on my pulpit there
Every time you're telling me that I don't care
There'll be time
to find that old farmhouse in Maine
There'll be time
to watch my hair turn thin and gray

And everything will be just fine


Lyrics submitted by irishbones

South Bristol, ME song meanings
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