another lonely seaside town

where the seasons closed it down.

but if you close your eyes

you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by.



another year you'll all be here

falling in love and watching sunsets and sunrises.

it'll be grand and just what you planned

'til tomorrow comes and you've said your last goodbyes.

he says he'll write, but he won't write

and you will waste your time

so stay the fuck home and greet everyone with goodbye.



on this lonely winter's day

while all the crowds were still away

I realized the attraction

to temporary miles and holidays.



boardwalk dreams all boarded up

another souvenir made to be broken.

chasing the sun isn't my kind of fun.

I'd rather sit and catch snowflakes on my tongue.

when summers gone I won't be sad

as you cling on to all the good times that you've had

'cause being alone isn't really all that bad.



don't ever tell anyone anything

or else you'll wind up missing everybody.

don't ever tell anyone anything