Phantoms of Summer Lyrics

Woodside Drive, an hour after sunset; see the ghosts of a summer's day.
Heat mirages that waver and whisper ‘come away, child, come away
To a time when you were younger and less wise than you are now...'
I watch the blacktop phantoms of summer, and wish I could follow them somehow...

I was a little white girl in a little white dress
Just like a little white bird in an eggshell.
I told some little white lies, I did my little white best,
I was a little bit flawed, but I meant well.
And I spent my nights at the edge of the wood catching fireflies,
Little white stars that I could hold in my hand
That had never quite finished falling out of the skies,
And I wished on every single one, before I let it go.
Did I get what I wished for? Only me and the fireflies need to know.

I was a little bit good, I was a little bit bad,
I was a little more than they expected.
I was a little bit strange, I was a little bit sad,
I thought the wood and the world were connected.
And each day the sun rose over the trees, and my world went on;
This was forever, the woods and the sky,
And I never believed that one day, this could be gone.
And I wished on every single day, before I let it go.
Did I get what I wished for? Only me and the setting sun need to know...

See the phantoms of summer dance and flicker in the night,
Little fires that start to fade the moment they ignite.
Make a wish on a firefly star -- they burn so brief, they burn so bright,
Like the phantoms of summer dancing lonely in the night.

I was a little bit lost, I was a little bit found,
I was the daughter of joy and of sorrow.
I was the shadow a cloud throws on holy ground,
And I was running full-speed towards tomorrow.
And one day I came to the edge of the world that I'd always known,
Summer was fading like a ghost in the trees;
If I went any further, it would be on my own.
And I wished upon the summertime, before I let it go.
Did I get what I wished for? Only me and the ghosts of the summer need to know...

See the phantoms of summer dance and flicker in the night...

The blacktop phantoms of summer call and call and call us home;
Come to the woods, come to the water, come together, come alone.
Hear the blacktop phantoms of summer call us call us through the years;
Come fill your hands with starlight and fireflies, come find your heart,
Come find your heart, come find your heart, you left it here...
You left it here. I left you here.

Woodside Drive, an hour after sunset; see the ghosts of a summer's day.
Heat mirages that waver and whisper ‘come away, child...come away.'


Written on: 2005-09-07. Seanan McGuire