Storm clouds rush the shore, ocean fills with tears,
Life speeds up, time slips by, minutes measure up to years,
Sun breaks through the clouds, blinking briefly on the bay,
Casting diamonds here and there, just before it slips away.
The last day of summer drifts out on the wind,
Never returning, still it's not the end,
It's just the last day of summer,
Wake up from the dream,
Life goes on until it's gone,
Night is never empty as it seems.
As the shadows fall, somewhere someone lights a fire,
Dancing like a distant sun, like a walker on a wire,
As fragile as a flower, as mighty as a tidal wave,
A prayer rises on the wind, a seagull cries as if to say...
The last day of summer drifts out on the wind,
Never returning, still it's not the end,
It's just the last day of summer,
Wake up from the dream,
Life goes on until it's gone,
Night is never empty as it seems.
Sunset has no hidden meaning, only beauty, silent as time,
Melting slowly into the sea,
Stars, like angels, rise and shine.
The last day of summer drifts out on the wind,
Never returning, still it's not the end,
It's just the last day of summer,
Wake up from the dream,
Life goes on until it's gone,
Night is never empty as it seems.
