Tried to pass myself. My accent won't help. I can't fool no one. I'm not native son. Just on holiday, anyway. There will always be a trace of this place in me.
The nights are longer now. And the days are slowing down. Looking up at stained glass sky. And the only color is white. . The laughing brook that ran right through this town.
Why do you go to all the trouble. When you know what comes next. And when you're wishing you had just stayed home. What did you expect?. . I woke up Sunday morning.
I was born on a Saturday. What about you?. Well you know, I already know that you were too. I will go on a screened-in porch on a rainstorm. I won't hold fast, you're waiting past onto no form.