Every Hundred Years or So

I dress in the dark, to avoid the pain,

Of seeing clothes that remind me of you.

Your stories bounce around inside my head.

I’ll be a proper mess before we’re through.

You’re a golden soul with a teenage heart –

I’m sure I loved you right from the start.

***

Will summertime stars meet in small-town bars?

Can you fall in love in just four days?

Will you play those games, to find old flames?

And, would you recognize them anyway?

I guess it’s true – I’ve heard it happens,

Every hundred years or so.

I guess it’s true – I’ve heard it happens,

Every hundred years or so.

I look for your face alone in every crowd,

‘Cause I like what it does for my heart,

. . . And my head, and my soul, and my frame of mind,

While I’m waiting for the parade to start.

And when it does, I love what ensues –

I want to be the penny in your shoes.

***

Will summertime stars meet in small-town bars?

Can you fall in love in just three days?

Will you play those games, to find old flames?

And, would you recognize them anyway?

I guess it’s true – I’ve seen it happen,

Every hundred years or so.

I guess it’s true – I’ve seen it happen,

Every hundred years or so.

***

I want to be your Grand Piano,

In some smoky country bar.

You could lean on me,

While you’re singing songs,

Or playing sweet on your guitar.

Am I “In Your Head” or your hands –

While we’re dancing in the sand?

***

Will summertime stars meet in boogie bars?

I fell in love in just two days?

Your old flames weren’t quite the same.

You didn’t recognize them anyway?

It must be true – I watched it happen,

Every hundred years or so.

It must be true – I watched it happen,

Every hundred years or so.

***

Just one more day before you go,

I pray we get a million more.

I’m not taking a piss, when I tell you that,

I’ll be hanging out beside your door.

Good or bad, well jeepers creepers,

I’ll be taking you back – I’ll be your lighthouse keeper.

All those summertime stars, hopped back in their cars,

And vanished after just four days.

But one stunning flame, wrote down my name,

Before she had to fly away.

Too bad it’s true – how quick it happened,

I’d wait a hundred years or so.

I feel so blue, when that stuff happens,

(Only) every hundred years or so.

***

But when you think of me, can you make it happen . . .

(At least) Every hundred years or so?

And when you think of me,

(And when you think of me,)

Let’s make it happen . . .

(At least) Every hundred years or so.