The leaves seen through my window pane Remind me that it's time to move my life again November sun is felt by none A chilly breeze has blown my thoughts to what's to come A cup of warm coffee, some vitamin C A bowl for the cat, a bowl for the dog, a bowl for me Choose my bluest tape and unlock my car An honest tune with a lingering lead has taken me this far
On the edge of the porch in the warm evening night Throwing the bone for the dog I see two passing lights Well, I wonder where that driver's bound Is there someone, somewhere, someway out there that I've not found A touch of smoke ain't what it seems Dust and sunshine can also make my eyes look mean But there's a brown cat sleeping through this day's show Toppin' off the woodpile, breathing slowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
