Мне нравятся эти гитары, эти голоса и песня.
Собственно, пока больше ничего не нравится.
Но этого вполне достаточно.
Я неприхотлив
I got a job workin' at the old park pier
And every summer now for five long years
I grease the gears, fix the lights, tighten bolts, straighten the tracks
And I count the days til' you just might come back
Oh and I close my eyes and you and I
Are stuck on the Ferris wheel ridin' with the motion
And hand in hand we cried and laughed
Knowin' that love belonged to us girl if only for a moment
You had to go I understand
But you promised you'd be back again
And so I wander around this town
'Til summer comes around