Somewhere someone's sleeping
somewhere someone's weeping
somewhere someone's listening
to the sound of a record spinning

Sing to me now
right out your window
your father'd be proud
now that it's simple
but don't sing too loud
you'll wake up the neighbors
and they [bad word] 
so I must persuade them

Hold it right there
I don't wanna move
and summer it begs
it begs us to prove
that we can last
just one more season
and that there, gives me a reason

Secrets are for keeping
that's what gives them their meaning
it's your certain proclamation
and it needs no explanation

Sing to me now...
(...)
Hold it right there...

I for one I'm willing
to stay here until you're willing
maybe you're not ready
to handle something steady

Sing to me now...
(...)
Hold it right there...