Forty, Forty-Five

A letter meant for your door
To a house that isn’t there anymore
There’s plenty miles on the car
But it always seems further than before
It gets darker than before

Cracks in the street
Loose boards on the porch
The old tree in the garden
We’ve been here once before

Summer’s over
We’ve packed up for the year
And it pours from time to time
Yeah it pours from time to time
The cold doesn’t get me
But the rain keeps me inside
Yeah the rain keeps me inside

I’ve been wondering, you rolled in with the seasons
Did you always plan on leaving?
Were you here for something else?
Spring’s been wearing thin, summers I relied on
Old habits I started to lean on
Time to lean on something else

Summer’s over
We’ve packed up for the year
And it pours from time to time
Yeah it pours from time to time
The cold doesn’t get me
But the rain keeps me inside
Yeah the rain keeps me inside