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Autumn's coming in through the yard, |
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Marching like a grandfather clock |
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The badges he wears are tattered and old |
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Like shredded ribbons of bright read and gold |
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His arms are stiff and they're sure they're in time |
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'Cause you can't slow a man with a pendulum down |
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No, you can't slow a man with a pendulum down |
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In autumn it's hard to keep the mood light |
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The puddles get deep and my umbrella was swiped |
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You'll find him in the strangest of places |
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Jangling a coffee cup outside store twenty-four |
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But he's not a beggar 'till the cold settles in |
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And he swears there's an Indian summer in him |
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Oh, he swears there's an Indian summer in him |
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Drink from this flask to put warmth in your chest and sing around my piano |
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I'm settling in for the long winter months with all of the friends I can handle |
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And we'll toast this death of summer months |
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And summer warmth |
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And summer love |
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If your heart starts feeling slow, there's a refrain I know and I'll teach you, it goes |
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'when we've come down with cabin fever, |
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And everyone's wearing sweaters |
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And talking about leaving, we'll know it's time.' |
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Pack the car |
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Head out to Vermont |
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I'm trading Boston concrete for foliage |
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It always feels like I'm on my way out |
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Chasing seasons down but they never do budge |
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Oh, as soon as you're used to one season it moves |
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And that's all that you can count on |
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That's all that you can count on |
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When we've come down with cabin fever |
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And everyone's wearing sweaters |
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And talking about leaving we'll know it's time |
