another lonely seaside town 
where the seasons closed it down. 
but if you close your eyes 
you can almost hear the sounds of crowds gone by. 
 
another year you'll all be here 
falling in love and watching sunsets and sunrises. 
it'll be grand and just what you planned 
'til tomorrow comes and you've said your last goodbyes. 
he says he'll write, but he won't write 
and you will waste your time 
so stay the fuck home and greet everyone with goodbye. 
 
on this lonely winter's day 
while all the crowds were still away 
I realized the attraction 
to temporary miles and holidays. 
 
boardwalk dreams all boarded up 
another souvenir made to be broken. 
chasing the sun isn't my kind of fun. 
I'd rather sit and catch snowflakes on my tongue. 
when summers gone I won't be sad 
as you cling on to all the good times that you've had 
'cause being alone isn't really all that bad. 
 
don't ever tell anyone anything 
or else you'll wind up missing everybody. 
don't ever tell anyone anything.