Written by: John Mellencamp



I was loud and a little sad.

She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia.

She had come to spend the summer with her dad.

I thought she was very pretty.

We would kiss and hold hands

Every night by the football field.

Her body was tan

From the afternoons by the public swimming pool.



Sweet evening breeze

Blows around my thoughts and memories.

As I lie here today

And drink my tea,

I can still see

Sweet evening breeze.



I saw her in a coffee shop

In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas.

She had cut her long hair off

And replaced it with

Blue eyes of sadness.

Still acted like we were kids

And she told me that she had to marry

And she asked me if I did

Still remember.



Sweet evening breeze

Blows around my thoughts and memories.

As I lie here today

And drink my tea,

I can still see

Sweet evening breeze.



How redundant the future can be.

These days of old are very, very

Ridiculous for me to see

When I think about the real gone stories

And how time holds the winning hand.

I can tell by the lines on our faces

And the young can't understand

That they look at me

When they look at themselves.



Oh, sweet evening breeze

Blows around my thoughts and memories.

As I lie here today

And drink my tea,

I can still see

Sweet evening breeze.