The sun glows white
In the summer of '79
She has a little suitcase in her hand, ready
She's looking at the time and sees her hand is steady
She's so small
And the mountains are so tall
He promised her with a laugh that he's always late
He promised her so many things, now she has to wait
The sun glows bright
In the summer of '79
She wonders if they're reading now the note she wrote
She wonders if they're looking for her now high and low
Leave your shoes right inside the door
'Cause they will not fit you anymore
You will see, even though they shine
They belong to another time
The sun goes down
And she's still waiting around
She's drawing silly doodles with her toe in the sand
She feels like she's turning into part of the land
Leave your shoes right inside the door
'Cause they will not fit you anymore
You will see, even though they shine
They belong to another time
They belong to another place
They will never run another race
Just as well, everybody knows
That your high heels aren't made for the road
Leave your shoes right inside the door
'Cause they will not fit you anymore
You will see, even though they shine
They belong to another time
They belong to another place
They will never run another race
Just as well, everybody knows
That your high heels aren't made for the road
The moon glows bright
In the summer of '79
She has a little suitcase in her hand, ready
She knows that she will recognize the sound
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