Staring at the tops of dark trees in the late evening twilight
Cold but I don't mind
Early may smells of fall
Quick eyes catch the leaves still lying brown and broken
Stars brighter than ever before
Or am I looking for the first time?
Sky darker than ever before
Or am I looking for the last time?
Not quite summer is fine with me
It's fine with me
The window's a mirror showing me the face I never stop to look at it anymore
Something new, nothing great, something bigger than any of this
Nothing I could ever touch or be near now
Something new, nothing great, something out of this town is all
I hope to see you there soon
Step inside for awhile
And I've been here for more than long enough, to see what you see and hear what you hear
To forget about what I don't wanna be
Or is it free?