Ghosts From The Season Before

Words © 1984 by Chris Wittmann, music © 1984 by Joe Monzo

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        (long instrumental intro)

        verse 1

          darkness wins at the edge of the sky
          up on the boardwalk warm lovers pass by
          hand in hand, eye to eye
          haunting melodies come from roaring distant cries

          foaming waves come crashing on the beach
          those lazy memories are just out of reach
          it's getting late, the moon is blocking the sun
          say goodnight to that summertime fun

        chorus

          goodnight, you're a friend of mine
          we'll rendezvous at another time
          loud rock and watching blond-haired tans
          an easy morning lying on the sand

          two lovers caressing in the night
          drunken boys starting up a fight
          next spring i'll come knock at your door
          'cause that's the time to go to the Jersey Shore

        verse 2

          so now it's time for an ice-cold beer
          the streets are empty and it's dark in here
          the boats are gone and they've packed up their sails
          they've all gone south to Fort Lauderdale

          lonely hearts stroll along the surf
          their only friend is the mother earth
          in the distance play their favorite bands
          their only wish is to make love on the sand

          little darling, spend the night with me
          but don't fall in love, 'cause i wanna be free
          to spend my days with that true love of mine
          her waves are blue and her sand is so fine

        chorus

          goodnight, you're a friend of mine
          we'll rendezvous at another time
          loud rock and watching blond-haired tans
          an easy morning lying on the sand

          two lovers caressing in the night
          drunken boys starting up a fight
          next spring i'll come knock at your door
          'cause that's the time to go to the Jersey Shore

        (instrumental)

        bridge

          the nights are short and it's cold outside
          snow is falling on the evening tide
          apparitions haunt this alien shore
          pale ghosts from the season before

        chorus

          goodnight, you're a friend of mine
          we'll rendezvous at another time
          loud rock and watching blond-haired tans
          an easy morning lying on the sand

          two lovers in the heat of the night
          drunken boys starting up a fight
          next spring i'll come knock at your door
          'cause that's the time to go to the Jersey Shore



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