I’m not the person you wanted to have
But outside I’m waiting, with snow on my head
And if you want to swim there don’t bother to dry, dry your hair
Lights dim and nobody cares
The fading footsteps just make you aware
Of the things I tried to do for you but couldn’t
And if your feet wander let them wander to me
And if the waters on, make yourself a cut of tea
To stay warm by
My smile remains, it hangs crooked
My face it does not look it
And outside the house is a porch of glowing, burning red
My eyes they see so many shapes
Passing by like those calendar dates
And I know I should talk, should speak before its too late
And if your feet wander let them wander to me
And if the waters on, make yourself a cup of tea
To stay warm by
AND
It’s a black eyed susan on the window sill
It’s the nighttime feeling of the morning chill
Frost youre on your way
Indian summer couldn’t make you stay
Green to gold and gold to red
Theres not a word I haven’t said
Falling on the rue
I’m going to see it through
But these tired words bounce of the snow
Reflect my mind with nothing to show
There’s warmth in my pocket’s line
But these hands they are not mine
These words, they are not mine
It’s a black eyed susan on the window sill
It’s the nighttime feeling of the morning chill
Love you’re on your way
Indian summer couldn’t make you stay
Green to gold and gold to red
There’s not a word I haven’t said
Falling on the rue
I’m going to see it through
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