Dean Friedman The Letter.
Autumn seems awful lonely here
Whenever we think of you
Last night the sky was purple
And we wanted to share the view
Leaves on the trees are turning
And the woods are all ablaze
The smell of the timber burning in the fireplace
Sunday we woke up early
And we drove out to Tice's Farms
Gorging ourselves on all the cider and doughnuts
We could fit under both our arms
Picking out penny candy in the country store
Till we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore
So what's it like to be on your own?
A roaming vagabond away from home
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds?
Tell me have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been looking for?
Freckles still misses you
She always sleeps on the floor in your room
Ruth says she smells
But you know it's just her very unique perfume
The tree in the back bore apples
But they're green and full of worms
Guess we'll sit tight and wait until the cider turns
Everyone sends their love
They still don't really believe you're gone
Everyone's jealous of this
Crazy odyssey that you're on
Hoping this finds you happy and healthy and sane
Pray that your strength will ease you
Through the growing pain
So what's it like to be on your own?
A roaming vagabond away from home
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds?
Tell me have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been looking for?
So what's it like to be on your own?
A roaming vagabond away from home
In search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds?
Tell me have you really found
The peace and calm we've all been looking for?
