the same day has been re-occurring for the past three years. Or it seems to at least. The only way to differentiate one morning from another is to write a song. I spat this strange thing out one afternoon at the end of autumn. The air was getting noticably colder..I live in a part of the universe where our streets are covered in ice for 5 months. You can see your breath as you step out your door, and the sun pokes through the grey sky for thirty seconds and the leaves fall off and you can see a birds nest in every tree. this song is about that...sorta.