On Cannon Beach|They watch the surf bringing the dead wood in|Bringing it home|Sand in our hair|I remember how her skin felt warm|From the sunlight|I couldn't make it stay|I can't get it back|You know that|CHORUS|I was born summertime|Born for summertime|'Cause summertime's when I'm alive|On icy roads|Can't see the stoplights and my hands are cold|My hands are lonely|And I see her face|Floating beside me|Like a ghost long gone|The ghost of the sun|I try to live all year|But I can't escape the fact that|REPEAT CHORUS