December 2019
[Verse 1]
When did this old house start feeling empty?
Did I lose track of the time?
Its wailing walls call out to meet me
But I still say I’m fine
Tag: kirksville
Yellow to green, skip red, then on to brown
Nothing seems to work right in this town!
Seasons come and go, then come again
And as the leaves on the trees begin to look thin
They are revived, a second, third and fourth fall
Will winter ever come? Is this all
A half-hearted, false-started farce?