Walking alone beneath the lights of that miracle mile, he n Mary making her way
into the night, you can here the cries from the carnival rides, the pin ball
bills, ski ball slides, watching the summer sun fall out of scent,
there’s a warm wind coming in from off of the ocean making its way
past the hotel wall to fill the streets Mary is holding both of her shoes
in her hands said she likes to feel the sand beneath her feet
And in
the morning I’m leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so tonight I
hope I would do just fine, and I don’t see how you could ever be
anything but mine
There’s a local band playing at the sea side
pavilion and I got just enough cash to get us in and as we are dancing
Mary’s wrapping her arms around me and I cant feel the sting on
summer on my neck in the mist of the music I tell her I love her, we both
laugh cause it isn’t true but Mary there is a summer drawing to
tonight there’s so much I’m longing to do to you
And in the
morning I’m leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so to night I hope
I would do just fine n I don’t see how you could ever be anything but
mine
Ooooooooo..
And in the morning I’m leaving n making my
way back to Cleveland so to night I hope I would do just fine n I
don’t see how you could ever be anything but mine
Mary I
don’t see how you could ever be anything but
mine
Ooooooooooo...ooooooooooooooo...
...And in the morning
I’m leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so to night I hope I
would do just fine n I don’t see how you could ever be anything but
mine