Lakeville Songtext
von Amy Correia

There is a place
At the end of the road
Honeysuckle grows
And lilac breezes blow

And when you go
The moonlight overflows
It shines on the lakes
The shimmering lakes of old

Lakeville my pretty little town
Where nothing really ever happens
I wish I could go home now


There is a grove
Of trees green and gold
Sunlight glows
On a path to the water′s edge

And when I roam
It's good to be alone
And float all around
In a light blue canoe

Lakeville my pretty little town
Where nothing really ever happens
I wish I could go home now
Lakeville, I′m lost and I'm found
Where nothing really ever happens
Nothing ever happens
Nothing really ever happens