Pacing gently summer wind,
The king stares softly to the sky.
Will he ever see his home again?
Deep from his heart, he starts to cry.
As his songs hit the air, and young hearts are awake,
Soon they join in the chorus, sharing all his ache.
There's a lifetime out there somewhere.. somewhere in the dark.
The summer's on the lions' song,
Sung from Cleveland Park.
And the high school kids ignore it, and they have their own tunes.
They're just showing off the speakers in their ride.
And I know what I'm sayin'...I grew up too soon.
And youth goes hand-in-hand with foolish pride...
As their songs hit the air, and young hearts start to break,
The lions join in the chorus, sharing all their ache..
There's a lifetime out there somewhere, somewhere in the dark.
The summer's on the lions' song,
Sung from Cleveland Park.
In Cleveland Park, trees breathe a sigh of all the summers gone.
Skeletons in wintertime sing the lions' song...
There's a lifetime out there somewhere, and somewhere in the dark,
The summer's on the lions' song,
Sung from Cleveland Park.
Well, summer's on the lions' song,
Sung from Cleveland Park.