looking out across suburban yards to the construct of our days through the thinning of the trees how come i only build a house of cards that gets blown to pieces by the fall s first fickle breeze when i feel that stirring the illicit kiss that s just the cool tongue of the devil with a sucker in his midst one day i ll change you ll be the first one that i call i owe you an apology too many thanks and that s not all cause i ve been running long before i learned to crawl my calendar lies crumpled laid to waste it s been scrawled on thumbed through and changed will this be the measure of my days dinners and appointments and deadlines i can t make when i start to feel it making sense for me that s just hope springing eternally one day i ll change you ll be the first one that i call i owe you an apology too many thanks and that s not all cause i ve been running long before i learned to crawl outside the summer s gone for good dying impatiens stacked up wood my friends will get together to cook talk about what s happened take a second look the master loves the servant who blind heeds him the husband the obedient wife the snake will always bite the hand that feeds him even if you love him even if you save his life  one day i ll change you ll be the first one that i call i owe you an apology so many thanks and that s not all i ve been running long before i learned to crawl