Endless Summer Nights...Richard Marx, 1987.
Angsty 80's songs, from the soundtrack of my life, is my theme for the A-Z challenge this year.
Setting: LeMoyne College girls' dorm, third floor, fall of 1988.
Summer had indeed come and left without a warning. We were starting our sophomore year, fresh from tearful good-byes to our boyfriends. As if we couldn't muster up enough sorrow on our own, the hairspray goddess I shared that glorified closet with for the semester brought her newly acquired copy of Richard Marx's album.
Oh, how could a grown man have possibly penned such perfect lyrics to tug at the heart strings of co-eds suffering from long distance romance? Well, at least the chorus seemed spot on, and that was when we sang the loudest anyway. I didn't have much love for any of the other songs on that cassette (Wilma Flintstone here). Actually, the only purpose, at that time, of entertaining such lyrics as "time was all we had until the day we said good-bye" was to induce crying. More tissues, please.