Last Good Day of The Year

<br>Dont tell me<br><br>That you get sick of living<br><br>When the summers so forgiving although we have stolen<br><br>All of the things that we though we had owned then<br><br>Have disappeared<br><br><br><br>All these things in flavour<br><br>Wont do you no favours<br><br>When the summers light is fragrant with scents of returning<br><br>You relent, you resent, now youre burning<br><br>For nothing to change....<br><br><br><br>Theres something there...<br><br>(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)<br><br>Wont rest<br><br>(only minutes, only hours)<br><br>Unless<br><br>(now the morning breaks in showers)<br><br>I guess<br><br>Well remember this all of our lives<br><br>On the last good day of the year<br><br><br><br>All the leaves are turning<br><br>Autumns fingers burnished<br><br>Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime<br><br>Kinda working my way through a dream<br><br>I was having alone<br><br><br><br>Theres something there...<br><br>(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)<br><br>Wont rest<br><br>(only minutes, only hours)<br><br>Unless<br><br>(now the morning breaks in showers)<br><br>Im left<br><br>With the north wind breathing down my neck...<br><br><br><br>On the last good day of the year.....<br><br><br><br>(dont know where I end and where you begin...)