Summer Of My Independence © 2002 Craig Hubbard

It was the summer of my independence

It was the end of many long goodbyes

Ran into a girl that I'd known for quite a long time

Through the years we kept close ties

I found her yesterday, running through the market

I tried to tell her my love was not pretend

She would not believe it till she got what she wanted

Not a lover, but a best friend
Not just a lover but a best friend

Now she runs to her friends and she runs to her mother

She runs everywhere but here

And she runs to old boyfriends, she runs to her daddy

Leaving me alone to sip my beer

Contemplating the past three years

I said, "Marie, our love is made of laughter

Like a tree it grows stronger through the years

Like the dust that forms high up in a rafter

Wipe it off, later on it reappears."

And I can't believe it when you tell me that you're hungry

For something more than bread and wine

I'll fill your belly with undivided attention

Quench your thirst with poetry and rhyme
I'll quench your thirst with poetry and rhyme

Now she runs to her friends and she runs to her mother

She runs everyone but me

And she runs to old boyfriends, she runs to her daddy

Why didn't she think to run to me

Why didn't she simply run to me

But I'm seasoned at this

It's nothing I haven't tasted before

I'm seasoned at this

So I'll just pour another beer

And she runs to her friends and she runs to her mother

She runs everyone but me

And she runs to old boyfriends, she runs to her daddy

Why didn't she think to run to me

Why didn't she simply run to me
Why didn't she think to run to me
Bye Bye, Bye Bye  I'm going back to the city
Bye Bye, Bye Bye  I'm going back to the city