Your mom says she likes my hair dark
It's how she remembers me
And our parents are getting older
And we miss being high school skinny

The mosquitoes are sucking like vampires
Leaving beads of blood like jewelry
This weekend I'll flirt with your brothers
But someday they'll all be married

It's a summer storm kinda night,
Tracy Chapman on the radio
Hell, I can't even believe you drive now
You don't like the rain, but I do
You say "it's like the sky is crying"
Isn't it nice the world is sad too?

I talk about a boy all weekend
You lower your eyes, say he's not the one
I'm scared cause you're getting so pretty
Someone better know there's more to who you are

God, how I love New England
Don't need the city or TV
Stay forever in this cottage
Watching the sunlight play foosie with the ivy

It's a summer storm kinda night,
Tracy Chapman on the radio
Hell, I can't even believe you drive now
You don't like the rain, but I do
You say "it's like the sky is crying"
Isn't it nice the world is sad too?