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 slow