Last Summer

The smell of Max's breath at 4 AM

The fireworks woke the baby

The horse flies are biting at my neck

The feel of the lake in the 80's

Swear I was here just last summer

It's been three years to the day

Uncle Ross got here at 4 PM

Dinner on the water at 6:30

It's graying on the peaks of Mt. Washington My best lines come from freedom

Swear I was here just last summer

It's been three years to the day

The last time Chief was here he held my son

I swear that it was last summer