Besedila: Marit Larsen. The Chase. That Summer.

I went to work for her that summer

A teenag 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 needin' somethin' from each other

Not knowin' yet what that might be



'Til 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



chorus:

She had a need to feel the thunder

To chase the lightnin' from the skies

To watch the storm with all its wonder

Raging in her lover's eyes

She had to ride the heat of passion

Like a comet burnin' bright

Rushing head long in the wind

Out where only dreams had been

Burnin' both ends of the night



That summer wind was all around me

Nothin' between us but the night

And 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



Repeat chorus (We)



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

Watch it dancin' with the wind

Although I know it isn't real

I just can't help but feel

Her hungry arms again



Repeat chorus

Rushing head long in the wind

Out where only dreams had been

Burnin' both ends of the night