I was eight years old in the summer
We were havin’ some fun ‘cause I remember
Riding bikes and havin’ the time of our lives
Things were going our way
In the threat of the stormy weather
I knew I had a wing to run under and wait it out
~Chorus~
(Spin me around and around)
Now I run to You and I hold You
You were there even when I strayed
(Turn me upside down)
Rosetta Stone could find the answers
But I would have turned away
(Spin me around and around)
Will You return to me to stay
You gave me the floor for the dancin’, but I want to pay
As I sat on the plane in mid November
I was feeling down and I remember
The magazine had said I was losing my hair
And things were fading away
In the threat of the stormy weather
I knew I had a wing to run under and wait it out
~Chorus~
Sometimes the waves get rough
Sometimes the walls are crashing in
Sometimes it seems the ship is, going down and down and I’m inside it
~Chorus~
Y-eah yeah yeah yeah
I want to pay
(I was eight years old in the summer)
(I was eight years old in the summer)
Y-eah yeah yeah yeah
(We were havin’ some)
(We were havin’ some)
