The sun leaves early and brings the night
The Fall introduces us to the cold
It feels like ten but it’s only nine
Sleep will soon find the young and the old
These type of nights bring you joy
Your shoulders find a sweater and your hands’ hot tea
You think about love as the romantic comedy plays
Telling yourself how wonderful that must be
I turn the room into June and find the wine
Music plays and the lyrics lead me away
My mind shows me tonight spent with you
Then I remember my chance and how I had nothing to say