the wind blows hard while we wait
blows us into our winter hoods
you pass me by
you passed me by this time
and i just can't let it go again
the trees are bare and the fruit is dead
the violets in the window are the only signs of life
but it all comes back again
if you want to turn around it's a short rewind
and there's still time to return
the planks of the boat are dry
the fishing lines are hanging high
there's just you and I
everyone else has gone home for the summer
don't you want to go too
I do
yes I do
