every year from now on i will wait until all the leaves turn wait until they burn wait until i see my brother give me a look that reminds me if the truth can be told i might go home could i offer to my son or my daughter that day everything that i know what will i know and if i can still be honest when the sun sets late in the way it does at the end of the summertime in the summertime summertime is a mess for those of us who know it october is closer than any one of us can admit if every song from now on is about you every song every song from now on i can play on and on i can play you on and on and on and on until i am out of breath if you are waiting at the rest when my cadence grows impatient every summers end