Both needing something from each other
Not knowing yet what that might be
That summer wind was all around me
Nothing between us but the night
When I told her that I'd never
She softly whispered that's alright
I often think about that summer
The sweat, the moonlight and the lace
Waking a friend in the dead of night
Just to hear him say it's gonna be alright
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
But I'd have had to miss the dance.
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