That Summer

I went to work for her that summer
A teenage kid so far from home
She was a lonely widowed womanHell-bent to make it on her own
We were a thousand miles from nowhere
Wheat fields as far as I could see
Both needing something from each other
Not knowing yet what that might be

Till she came to me one evening
Hot cup of coffee and a smile
In a dress that I was certain
She hadn′t worn in quite a while
There was a difference in her laughter
There was a softness in her eye
And on the air there was a hunger
Even a boy could recognize

She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch the storm with all its wonder
Raging in her lover's eye
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams had been
Burning both ends of the night

That summer wind was all around me
Nothing between us but the night
When I had told her that I never
She softly whispered "That′s all right"
And then I watched her hands of leather
Turn to velvet in a touch
There's never been another summer
When I have ever learned so much

We had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch the storm with all its wonder
Raging in each other's eye
We had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams had been
Burning both ends of the night

I often think about that summer
The sweat the moonlight and the lace
I have rarely held another
When I haven′t seen her face
And every time I pass a wheat field
Watch it dancing with the wind
Although I know it isn′t real
I just can't help but feel
Her hungry arms again

She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch the storm with all its wonder
Raging in her lover′s eye
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams had been
Burning both ends of the night

Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams had been
Burning both ends of the night