Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
Christine Lavin
There's just a trace of gold in the leaves
There's just a touch of grey in my hair
The stream along this road
Runs a little colder
There's a hint of a chill in the air
The blue sky is fading into purple
Late afternoon is gliding to a close
With my hands on the wheel
I wonder how it feels
To be the last bloom of the summer
Or the first autumn rose
So I pull off the highway
Drive these winding roads instead
While thoughts of the bad years
Disappear 'cause up ahead
Off in the distance
Is a strange and soothing sight
The mountains look like sleeping manatees
This cool September night
I leave the car by the roadside
Hike up a hill
Stars circle in slow motion here
As they always will
A million miles away
From where I was this afternoon
I wrap my misgivings in a tune
While shining my flashlight on the moon
I'm shining my flashlight
It's gonna be a long night
So I'm shining my flashlight on the moon