Walking alone beneath the lights of that miracle mile,
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Me and Mary making our way into the night,
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You can hear the cries from the carnival rides,
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The pinball bills, ski ball slides,
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Watching the summer sun fall out of sight,
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There뭩 a warm wind coming in from off of the ocean
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Making its way past the hotel wall to fill the streets
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Mary is holding both of her shoes in her hands
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Said she likes to feel the sand beneath her feet
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And in the morning I뭢 leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
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So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
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And I don뭪 see how you could ever be anything but mine
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There뭩 a local band playing at the sea side pavilion
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And I got just enough cash to get us in
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And as we are dancing Mary뭩 wrapping her arms around me
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And I can feel the sting of summer on my skin
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In the mist of the music I tell her I love her,
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We both laugh cause we know it isn뭪 true
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But Mary there's a summer drawing to an end tonight
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And there뭩 so much that I long to do to you
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And in the morning I뭢 leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
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So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
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And I don뭪 see how you could ever be anything but mine
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Ooooooooo..
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And in the morning I뭢 leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
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So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
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And I don뭪 see how you could ever be anything but mine
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Mary I don뭪 see how you could ever be anything but mine
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Ooooooooooo...ooooooooooooooo......And in the morning I뭢 leaving, making my way back to Cleveland
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So tonight I hope that I will do just fine
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Hey, I don뭪 see how you could ever be anything but mine
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Anything But Mine
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| Kenny Chesney |
