August on the Boardwalk

(hmmm, hmmm) Wiping down the counters,

putting up the chairs

Smell of salted air and cheap vanilla in our hair

Boardwalk boardwalk sweeping, closing up the till

We both got different plans but we're standing still (hmmm)

Sun is sinking low,

gold on your skin Your hand-drawn number on this napkin You're heading

east and I'm heading west

Oh, please

don't let August end

Just hold this wooden pier beneath our feet again

We

can watch the boardwalk lights go dim Let the ocean

take us in

We shared a melted scoop,

sitting on the sand

Trying not to say

what we both understand

Tomorrow there's a flight,

tomorrow you'll be gone

But tonight we have the radio

and our favorite song (yeah) Three thousand miles between our dreams It's

never as simple as it seems But look at the water glow

How do we let this go?

(ohhh, oh-ohh) Just a paper slip in my pocket now...

Don't let August end...

(shhh, hmmm)