Back in the dark of a long-lost summer
Voices rising like smoke through the gutter
Tears of laughter echo near since the fall
There was this old kind of song we would sing
I don't remember the words or the music
Gone now, somehow that old song's
Still familiar
You left me wandering out
Out with the trumpet bands
You left me wandering (hanging dry)
One summer night
Now that the winter's come
I walk this town all night
Trying to sing that old song
And it's just because
This silence
This silence
Will bury
