From the recording Money to Burn
Lyrics
In the summer when I was seventeen
I fell for a cool jazz musician
He’d play me grooves from those old-time greats
And I would sit and listen.
He had a favorite record
But the last note fell a little flat
And he said each time that he heard that song
He kept hoping it wouldn’t end like that.
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And love, just for the record
Though the years have dimmed your face
Your words have stayed here with me
Some things time can’t erase.
And so they passed, those summer days
You knew that I couldn’t stay
But when time came to say goodbye
You just turned and walked away.
It’s a bittersweet old love song
But the last note fell a little flat
And each time I play the vinyl in my memory
I keep hoping it wouldn’t end like that.
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