Summerville

Summerville
by Tom Chapin
© 1982 The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

Streetlight, streetlight
Shadow on the window sill
Shine in my window
Somewhere in Summerville
I turned the corner, saw a man go down
Lying in the street,
Bleeding to the ground
I heard a moan, heard a siren call
Voices in the window,
Laughter in the hall

Above my head, the moon is red
Dead still, a sleeping pill
I been down to the underside of town
To the winter part
At the heart of Summerville

I asked the doctor,
"Doctor, what can be done?"
He said, "Go on about your business,
You can't help no one!"

Above my head, the moon is red
Dead still, a sleeping pill
I been down to the underside of town
To the winter part
At the heart of Summerville

I stepped to a phone booth
Tried to call you and explain
How the wind was whistling
And calling out my name
But nobody answered,
No one was there
Nobody answered . . .

Tears in the alley, whisper in the hall
Tears in the alley, writing on the wall
The world keeps turning, turning on us all
Streetlight, streetlight
Shadow on the window sill
Shine in my window
Somewhere in Summerville

This song appears on Tom Chapin's In The City Of Mercy CD.

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