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Things That I Don't Know ©Michael Tomlinson


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Take a bite of this, she said
And tell me if you think it tastes like autumn
Bright, crispy apple in the cool October sun

And then she disappeared
Left me there a lonely boy without her
Just some more evidence of things that I don't know

I drove up one summer day
Met her in the shade of Hazel Mountain
So near the end of August I could hear September falling

I loved that Saturday
The way she let her hair fall down around her
But I lost some part of me in the smolder of her gaze
Things that I don't know

I have longed to know the reason for the winding wheel of time
Ever grinding through the seasons 'til it always breaks my heart
Every year when the lovely garden dies
Things that I don't know

Every time I write a song
I start to feel like water falling
Clear, running through me
Washing all my senses open

That's how I was when I
Took a juicy bite of that sweet apple
Honest as sunshine on a stolen autumn day
Things that I don't know

When the wild geese fly from the northern sky
And the sunflowers die on the stalk
It feels like love has gone with the waning sun
As the lonesome nights grow long, Oh I . . .

I have longed to know the reason for the winding wheel of time
Ever grinding through the seasons 'til it always breaks my heart
Every year when the lovely garden dies
Things that I don't know

Take a bit of this, she said
And tell me if you think it tastes like autumn

 



 
   

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