It was wrapped in red papernHer surprise in late SeptembernSummer just said goodbyenBut summer still shines from her sometimesnnShe Knows When You’re At Her DoornDress Your Wounds And Love Her MorenBy The Blue Stars, Keep Your Heart True And Let A Little Summer Rise From YounnWant a pure a simple lifenEverday it’s into the wildnShe leaves notes on your window and your’re dashnAnd you’re not alone when the day cracksnnShe Knows When You’re At Her DoornDress Your Wounds And Love Her MorenBy The Blue Stars, Keep Your Heart True And Let A Little Summer Rise From YounnYou never smile just like Johnny CashnBut she still loves you where you’re atnCount your blessings, count the distance to the starsnAnd hold back the winter don’t let it startnnShe Knows When You’re At Her DoornDress Your Wounds And Love Her MorenBy The Blue Stars, Keep Your Heart True And Let A Little Summer Rise From YounnIt’s 14 miles home tonightnIt’s 14 miles home tonight…n