Walking alone beneath the lights of that miracle mile, he n Mary making her way into the

night, you can here the cries from the carnival rides, the pin ball bills, ski ball slides,

watching the summer sun fall out of scent, theres a warm wind coming in from off of the ocean

making its way past the hotel wall to fill the streets Mary is holding both of her shoes in

her hands said she likes to feel the sand beneath her feet



And in the morning Im leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so tonight I hope I would do

just fine, and I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine



Theres a local band playing at the sea side pavilion and I got just enough cash to get us in

and as we are dancing Marys wrapping her arms around me and I cant feel the sting on summer

on my neck in the mist of the music I tell her I love her, we both laugh cause it isnt true

but Mary there is a summer drawing to tonight theres so much Im longing to do to you



And in the morning Im leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so to night I hope I would

do just fine n I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine



Ooooooooo..



And in the morning Im leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so to night I hope I would

do just fine n I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine



Mary I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine



Ooooooooooo...ooooooooooooooo...



...And in the morning Im leaving n making my way back to Cleveland so to night I hope I would

do just fine n I dont see how you could ever be anything but mine