When Summer Leaves Town

© 2010 J. Oscar Bittinger

No sand pails on the shore line Empty chairs along the strand The boardwalk isn’t crowded All the vendors have shut their stands WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN I could probably join the party That I hear down a door or two But I just don’t have the moxie And everyone knows I’m missin’ you
CHORUS WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN All my fair-weather friends have gone I’m just a ghost left drifting ‘round WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN
The slow dance on the jukebox The one the tourists never play I’ve got a pocket full of quarters I’m gonna play that song all day
CHORUS
BRIDGE She leaves in September And though I know that she’ll return This town shuts down till Springtime Like it’s got no fuel to burn It’s a lonely sort of feeling Cold coffee, bittersweet It moves in like a storm front Blows the sand across your feet WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN
No beach towels on the shoreline The cottage birds have flown Bartender’s cleans the stemware While one barfly drinks alone WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN WHEN SUMMER LEAVES TOWN  
EDITS: 2010: August 20, 29-31, September 9, 19,