Emmet Swimming - South Bristol, ME lyrics

As a little boy in my neighborhood A game would go on Who'll get out of here Stare out my window as the nights grow long Right scuffed knee and all, I'd offer up my humble prayer Make me different oh, Take me across those mountains there Every time you see me on the stage somewhere Every time you're telling me that I don't care There'll be time To live along the coast of Maine There'll be times when I have to go away Everyday you say That both of us are growing old But I like it here Pull you closer as the nights grow cold And I know sometimes I don't return the love you show Oh but keep in mind It takes rain to make the tulips grow Every time you see me on my pulpit there Every time you're telling me that I don't care There'll be time To find that old farmhouse in Maine There'll be time To watch my hair turn thin and gray And everything will be just fine