You pulled up to the house
I hollered “be right out”
And quickly ran a brush through my hair
Front yard fireflies aglow
Our song on the radio
A lingering of charcoal in the air

We drove down the drag
to the far side of town
Where the carnival lights
Lit up the fairgrounds
Some people say
that dreams don’t come true
I think I got pretty close
That summer with you

We parked out where the grass
Had all been matted flat
& walked through the rows of dusty cars
Paid for tickets at the gate
Then we lined up to wait
To ride a little closer to the stars

Cuz it was just once a year
On the far side of town
When the carnival lights
Lit up the fairgrounds
Some people say
that dreams don’t come true
I think I got pretty close
That summer with you 

And I can still taste
the powdered sugar funnel cake
I can feel your hand on my thigh
I never won a plastic prize
But the shine in your eyes
Was worth more than all the tickets combined

I still smile when I drive by
the far side of town
Where the carnival lights
Lit up the fairgrounds
Some people say
that dreams don’t come true
But I think I got pretty close
That summer with you

That summer with you