The summer sunned sky, which trails along the beach.
So close to our hearts, yet so far from our reach.
New friends to meet, old friends to share.
Sometimes its lonely, but with no room to spare.
She looks on with a warm, soft stare.
We wish we were somewhere.
We wish we were here.
I come to visit to friends, and Laura.
But the one who smiles brightest is the girl named Maura.
