Words& Music Michael Veitch
(c)2020 Burt Street Music (BMI)
Miracles happen on Saint Marks Place
Up on the roof holding hands
It only takes a moment standing in grace
Who knows then what the Gods have planned
Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer
Hey, hey, hey, yay,yay, that was the summer
It was
Dancin’ on the corner to Patti Smith
It was hot and it was rarely dry
Loud and smoky and smelling of risk
Saw the Ramones that night and we cried
Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer
Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer
Living life large on the lower east side
Waking up the fires deep inside
Two hearts burning like a live wire
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Miracles happen on Saint Marks Place
Down on the street the world moves on
Those were the best of the many days
Among so many forgotten and gone
Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer
Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer
It was