Hard Candy

Made with a bit of inspiration from the legendary Counting Crows.

On certain Sundays in November, when the weather bothers me
I empty drawers of other summers where my shadows used to be
She is standing by the water as her smile begins to curl
In this or any other summer
She is something all together different, never just an ordinary girl
And in the evenings on Long Island, when the colours start to fade
She wears a silly yellow hat that someone gave her when she stayed
I didn't think that she returned it, we left New York in a whirl
Time expands and then contracts
When you are spinning in the grips of someone
Who is not an ordinary girl

When you sleep
You find your mother in the night, but she stays just out of sight
So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming
And when you wake the morning covers you with light
And it makes you feel alright
But it's just the same hard candy you're remembering again

You send your lover off to China, then you wait for her to call
You put your girl up on a pedestal, then you wait for her to fall
I put my summer's back in a letter, and I hide it from the world
All the regrets you can't forget
Are somehow pressed upon a picture, in the face of such an ordinary girl

When you sleep
You find your mother in the night, but she fades just out of sight
So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming
And when you wake the morning showers you with light
And it makes you feel alright
But it's just the same hard candy you're remembering again

Go ask her to come around and see me late after dark
Don't ask me to come around, then wait to if there's a spark...