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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