A Month Away from Summer

(Sparky Grinstead)

​When I’m calling her number
When I’m standing at her door
The sweet anticipation 
Is what my heart is aching for
A month away from summer
A day away from evermore

I’m lost in her neighborhood
I’m lost behind her eyes
What gets lost in translation
Can be found where truth resides
A month away from summer
Down where the secrets hide

I asked if she could love me
And she replied with a kiss
Does she really know the answer?
Does she know where Heaven is?
A month away from summer
On the street where she lives

Now I’m staring at the lights
As fascinated as a child
And my dark-haired angel
Has been with me all the while
A month away from summer
And love is back in style