Lyric

I start the morning… again… with coffee

Scrolling through… the silly calls…

With my eyes… I still search… for your number…

And even now… I keep your words…

Into autumn fog… like a soft shawl

I wrap myself… And nothing feels quite right

Empty intrigues… like dust… like webs

I send back… with a note… “Return”…

And autumn paints… the sadness of the scene…

A longing… for home’s warm glow…

A glass of wine… Confessions… at sunrise…

And on my shoulders… your hand rests…

I’ve grown… older in love… and autumn

In the leaf fall… in September’s chill…

I start the morning… again… with coffee

Yet how I wish… to start it… with you…

And autumn paints… the sadness of the scene

A longing… for home’s warm glow…

A glass of wine… Confessions at sunrise…

And on my shoulders… your hand rests…