Summers in a Small Town - Cimorelli

There is a magic that lives in the summer in a small town

From the outside it looks absolutely ordinary

But there is a magic that comes when the warm wind blows through the trees again

A magic that comes when the sun starts to show her face again

It’s a life that comes after the storm

It’s all the streets that we’ve driven about a thousand times before

It’s running through sprinklers and getting soaked

It’s having your time all to yourself again

It’s ice cream, and long walks at night

It’s sitting under stars, and on parking garage roofs

It’s letting yourself fall for the first time

It’s that golden hour before the sun sets

Which is the closest we can get to tangibly feeling magic

It’s losing friends, and somehow finding new ones

It’s lonely nights when you wish you just had someone to hold your hand

It’s warm nights, starry skies

Finally feeling seen by his brown eyes

It’s learning to trust in a quiet peace inside

It’s phone calls and fireflies

It’s coming alive for the first time

I’ve lived these summers countless times before

But I never really felt the magic until he came along

And even if he’s gone before the leaves change

I’m okay if he only lives in the neurons in my brain

And even if we never speak again, the memories mattered

He mattered, I mattered, and we mattered

Even though stars burn out, and sunsets fade

Even though time marches on like the phases of the moon

The thing about life is that it’s not ours to keep

It’s ours to live until we have to return it

We can only do our best with every breath we are given

We have to find the magic everywhere we can

And even though everything else may change

Summers in a small town always stay the same