another lonely seaside town
where the seasons closed it down.
but if you close your eyes
you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by.
another year you`ll all be here
falling in love and watching sunsets and sunrises.
it`ll be grand and just what you planned
`til tomorrow comes and you`ve said your last goodbyes.
he says he`ll write, but he won`t write
and you will waste your time
so stay the fuck home and greet everyone with goodbye.
on this lonely winter`s day
while all the crowds were still away
I realized the attraction
to temporary miles and holidays.
boardwalk dreams all boarded up
another souvenir made to be broken.
chasing the sun isn`t my kind of fun.
I`d rather sit and catch snowflakes on my tongue.
when summers gone I won`t be sad
as you cling on to all the good times that you`ve had
`cause being alone isn`t really all that bad.
don`t ever tell anyone anything
or else you`ll wind up missing everybody.
don`t ever tell anyone anything.