these campus dreams aren't ivy and stone
they're shattered pieces of a life back home
the nights they seem so much longer here
my motivation is running low
still i've got miles left go
before i feel your arms again
and you will make me whole
i'm one hundred nine miles from the pier
and it seems like just as many years
since i laid down in the sand so warm
it took away my fears
summertime please bring me back
and save me from this blind attack
that my heart is making on my head
just let me go back to my bed
and help me dream of your warm nights
so i can finally stop this fight
my memories will take me home
even more than that old telephone
ill be there soon, i promise
i'll be there soon, i promise
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