It’s summertime at the Gatehouse. I hear my favorite song on the radio.
And I’m in line for some happiness, melting ice cream hitting my feet.

When it gets dark they close the Gatehouse and no one is allowed to swim.

It’s a chance for Mom to forget what’s wrong as she watches us pretend to swim.
Come nightfall it will be different ‘cause that’s when we all need to deal with him.

When it gets dark they close the Gatehouse and no one is allowed to swim.