I know you want to stay here forever, love, trust me, I do
I know you want to stay here forever, my love, I would like to, too
But, summer is coming to an end
Even now, still in August, the leaves are ­beginning to change
Pretty soon we'll have to say good-bye and go back to our lives
Yours in Massachusetts
Mine in Washington
You'll look out into the Atlantic and see the gray ocean swells
Perhaps you'll think how the gray ocean
On a stormy night looks remarkably like my eyes
I'll look out into the Pacific and see the blue sea moving peacefully
Perhaps I'll think how the blue sea
On clear days looks remarkably like your eyes
I know you want to stay here forever, I do, too.
But summer is coming to an end
Pretty soon we'll say our good-byes and go back to our lives
On opposite sides of the country, looking out into two different seas
Perhaps you'll think of me; perhaps I'll think of you