Walking alone beneath the lights of that miracle mile, he n Marymaking her way into the
night, you can here the cries from the carnival rides, the pinball bills, ski ball slides,
watching the summer sun fall out of scent, there’s a warm windcoming in from off of the ocean
making its way past the hotel wall to fill the streets Mary isholding 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 toCleveland so tonight I hope I would do
just fine, and I don’t see how you could ever be anything butmine

There’s a local band playing at the sea side pavilion and Igot just enough cash to get us in
and as we are dancing Mary’s wrapping her arms around me and Icant feel the sting on summer
on my skin in the mist of the music I tell her I love her, weboth laugh cause we know it isn’t true
but Mary there is a summer drawing to tonight there’s so muchI long to do to you

And in the morning I’m leaving n making my way back toCleveland so to night I hope I would
do just fine n I don’t see how you could ever be anything butmine

Ooooooooo..

And in the morning I’m leaving n making my way back toCleveland so to night I hope I would
do just fine n I don’t see how you could ever be anything butmine

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 toCleveland so to night I hope I would
do just fine n I don’t see how you could ever be anything butmine