If you really wanna hear about it
where all the seasons closed it down
but if you close your eyes
you can almost hear the sounds of crowds go 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 lonley winters day
when all the crowds were gone away
i realized the attraction
to temporary miles and holidays
boardwalk dreams all boarded up
another souvienir made to be broken
chasing the sun isn't my kind of fun
i'd rather sit and catch snow flakes on my tounge
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 . . .