How did we end up as strangers here? You blew out the candles and counted another year If your roots are in these vines Then why did you leave? 'O child, because I had to, you see It was written all over me.'
The colors are changing The air is strange There's an old man singing gospel at the corner On Bethany Lane
We were the summer Now we are the fall We'll be the winter Freezing flagpoles to our tongues
The escape was narrow The run was cheap Two autumn lovers pass an orphan in the street.
