They sat together very close, as the moon and stars arose
They felt alive so he supposed, he knew he wasn’t wrong
But later she was gone and he was sure that come what may
Nothing he could do would make her stay.
She sat alone by the windowsill, in her house in Old Seville
The whole place was rather still, just the radio was turned on
Bob Dylan sang a song about aging and decay
Lost at sea, her mind began to stray.
So sing a late night summer serenade with me
About all the things that were never meant to be
He sees her face each road he takes, sees her reflection in windows and lakes
He knows she was his best mistake, the one he won’t forget
And the one he won’t regret, he prayed each single night
And he said Lord above make sure that she’s alright.
And she watched as summers turned to fall, ignored the writings on the wall
She found many reasons – some great, some rather small for her emptiness inside
Just about how many times she cried all by herself she wouldn’t say
Or what it really was she wanted anyway.
So sing a late night summer serenade with me
About all the things that were never meant to be.
And he moved west and he grew old, she just witnessed how her heart grew cold
That’s how the story ends, I’m told, he never kissed her lips again
And even though she was with another men, she knew deep down within
She would never loved another man the way that like she loved him.
So is it a sin, is it a crime to feel too much too long a time?
And to keep looking for a better rhyme than the one that you have got?
Maybe it’s true and maybe not, you just realise too late
That life is nothing but a simple twist of fate.
So sing a late night summer serenade with me
About all the things that were never meant to be.
Music & Lyrics by John Allen.