I can smell the vinegar
On the Thrasher's fries in July
And I can hear the carousel
and the waves crash down all around
And I can see you holding in your hand
Tickets that you won in the arcade
And I can see you falling in the sand
As I laugh at you and run to aid
Chorus:
You are to me
Memories of a magic time
In the summertime
On an oceanside
And I can smell the funnel cakes
From accross the boardwalk Jenn would make
And I can hear the bumper cars
the kids would ride every night
And I can see you holding my hand
Trying not to look me in the eye
And I can see you standing in your drive
When I had to go, trying not to cry
Chorus
I can feel the night breeze
chilly though it's summertime
I can feel you touching me
in the backseat of my mind
I can feel it like it was yesterday
I can feel you like you are here today
Chorus
I can hear your sister say
that she never liked me anyway
and I can hear your mother say
that she wished I would have stayed
