Gossamer Thread

[Verse 1]
One drop of dew
On a gossamer thread
North wind blows through
All the rushes behind the shed
This drop of dew holds mists of autumn
As close to truth as our troubles in the bottom
Of the drawer that holds the memories
Each decaying photograph
Has lost its color as the leaves turn to brown
And a spider shocked by frost
We pile up the cost of this summer town

[Verse 2]
The spangled day
Last warmth of autumn
What you might say
I find I think of so often
I think of you and your crazy whims
You always saw through all the scrims that cloud the view
Of all the romance and the toil
Each decaying story
Weeds piled into soil for dormant winter nights
And the spiders movеd inside
But so have the fliеs of this summer town

[Verse 3]
Frost on the dew
Was never meant to be
And I never knew
What you thought of me
You hummed a tune in harmony
No dissonance of lengthy biography
Of all of those you left behind
Each decaying memory
Trying so hard to find in a gossamer thread
And a spider who is dead
Of fear in this frozen summer town