Picture this:
A drive way stretching for a mile, winding deep into the woods
Finally to arrive at our special destination
The wrap around porch already filled with family
Splashing and screaming drift up from the lake
I look to the infinite sky to see a milion stars
You pull on my hand towards a week of memories 
There is no place like Maine in August
And in a few weeks when the days grow long and cold
I'll drift back to the docks where we laughed all night long