Yellow Leaves
January 2, 2007Scott Downes No Comments »The white lines are alive on I-85
I’m slick as a funeral stone
We struggle and strive
Pretend and contrive
So we can drive drive drive
The 2 AM mist that so casually kissed
By the side of a trailer that moaned
We’re heaving a sigh
We’re breathing goodbye
Or did we lie lie lie?
Yellow leaves are falling again
Through November winds
They twist and they spin
Like all the places we’ll never be
The things you won’t see
Least not with me
You’re closer than skin
Don’t know where to begin
Don’t make me start at the ending this time
I don’t wander and stray
Want to live for today
But I can’t stay stay stay
These catalog dreams
Come apart at the seams
Hope’s as shiny and thin as a dime
But don’t pay the price
Of all my brilliant advice
When it’s so nice so nice
Yellow leaves are falling again
Through November winds
They twist and they spin
Like all the places we’ll never be
The things you won’t see
Least not with me
You’re closer than skin
Don’t know where to begin
Don’t make me start at the ending this time
I don’t wander and stray
At least not today
But I can’t stay stay stay
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