[Chorus]
The small-town girl on the soft summer night
In the stadium light, saying, "Maybe it's time to take my own advice"
The small-town girl on that bowling village green
With the big band swaying and the great kite saying, that it's time to let it be
[Verse 1]
If lose another second of the memory
The day was young, to the late night's envy
You held me up to see the sun
And showed me save face when the day wants done
A sundial checked, my east to west
A chalk red road, led Marsden's best
Lemon-lime in pantomime season
Rhyme opposed to reason
The splitting of the sea was the gift that you gave me
Causeway to the power of three
With autumn's face of split-pea green knight, I'm taught to steer the sky
Late air, with a hand to the chest
The radio's wired like my mother knows best
Hear the whistle in the wind, that's my home town
Hear the love songs play while the sun falls down
[Chorus]
The small-town girl on the soft summer night
In the stadium light, saying, "Maybe it's time to take my own advice"
The small-town girl on that bowling village green
With the big band swaying and the great kite saying, that it's time to let it be
[Verse 2]
Two by twos and, uh, school shoes
And, uh, she falls again, to ego bruised
As playground kicks the common myth
That life is what your youth depicts
Silver nights spent swept out on the beach
Trading shells as secrets to keep
The deeper we seek, with our hands to the sea
Held tight to the friends that are still with me
From playing house in a summer dress
To staying out till the summer left
The little life plays in montage
Seen my best days to music
Been a strange time to be grown up
To be more now than I once was
Trade in for seventeen
Fade out to evergreen
And that small town girl
With a pencil up her sleeve
Did she know back then what the big world meant?
Did she ever resemble me?
And those mental reservations
About times that you can't amend
Are lost to the wind, till death do we say
Put an end to the play pretend
[Chorus]
The small-town girl on the soft summer night
In the stadium light, saying, "Maybe it's time to take my own advice"
The small-town girl on that bowling village green
With the big band swaying and the great kite saying, that it's time to let it be
The small-town girl on the soft summer night
In the stadium light, saying, "Maybe it's time to take my own advice"
The small-town girl on that bowling village green
With the big band swaying and the great kite saying, that it's time to let it be
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