John Mellencamp
Sweet Evening Breeze

I was loud and a little sad.
She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia.
She had come to spend the summer with her dad.
I thought she was very pretty.
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field.
Her body was tan
From the afternoons by the public swimming pool.

Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories.
As I lie here today
And drink my tea,
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze.

I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas.
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with
Blue eyes of sadness.
Still acted like we were kids
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did
Still remember.

Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories.
As I lie here today
And drink my tea,
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze.

How redundant the future can be.
These days of old are very, very
Ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stories
And how time holds the winning hand.
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young can't understand
That they look at me
When they look at themselves.

Oh, sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories.
As I lie here today
And drink my tea,
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze.


Mirror lyrics:

Sweet evening breeze.
I can still see
And drink my tea,
As I lie here today
Blows around my thoughts and memories.
Oh, sweet evening breeze

When they look at themselves.
That they look at me
And the young can't understand
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And how time holds the winning hand.
When I think about the real gone stories
Ridiculous for me to see
These days of old are very, very
How redundant the future can be.

Sweet evening breeze.
I can still see
And drink my tea,
As I lie here today
Blows around my thoughts and memories.
Sweet evening breeze

Still remember.
And she asked me if I did
And she told me that she had to marry
Still acted like we were kids
Blue eyes of sadness.
And replaced it with
She had cut her long hair off
In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas.
I saw her in a coffee shop

Sweet evening breeze.
I can still see
And drink my tea,
As I lie here today
Blows around my thoughts and memories.
Sweet evening breeze

From the afternoons by the public swimming pool.
Her body was tan
Every night by the football field.
We would kiss and hold hands
I thought she was very pretty.
She had come to spend the summer with her dad.
She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia.
I was loud and a little sad.


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