Karaoké That Summer Garth Brooks

I went to work for her that summer a teenage kid so far from home

She was a lonely widow woman hell-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 eyes

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 a storm with all its wonder raging in her lover's eyes

She had to ride the heat of passion like a comet burning bright

Rushing headlong in the wind now where only dreams have been burning both ends of the night

That summer wind was all around me

Nothing between us but the night

When I told her that I'd never she softly whispered that's alright

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 a storm with all its wonder raging in each other's eyes

We had to ride the heat of passion like a comet burning bright

Rushing headlong in the wind now where only dreams have been burning both ends of the night

I often think about that summer

The sweat, the moonlight and the lace

And I have rarely held another when I haven't seen her face

And every time

I pass a wheat field

And 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 a storm with all its wonder raging in her lover's eyes

She had to ride the heat of passion like a comet burning bright

Rushing headlong in the wind now where only dreams have been burning both ends of the night

Rushing headlong in the wind now where only dreams have been burning both ends of the night