A pensive song about endings.
singersonwriter
sad
mellow
acousic
pensive
singer songwriter folk rock
Lyrics
The Christmas tree is on the curb, the lights are taken down
The boxes stacked back in the closet, Im back from work downtown
I opened all the curtains, the room is filled with sun
Its Auld Lang Syne tonight again, things you do ... when you're done
Angry words, the sinking feeling, nothing you can fix
Going 'round in circles, bash my brain against the bricks
The arguments are over, the opposite of fun
I go for a walk for a day or two, things you do when you're done
When they tow your totaled car away, or when you move to another town
The final farewell at the vet, or when they tear a building down
Falling leaves in autumn, the setting of the sun
A pebble on the gravestone, things you do ... when you're done
Mister Esquire came today, to drop the packet off
We talked a bit before he left, an awkward shrug, a cough
I thought of you as he drove away, we had a pretty good run
I sat down, and signed the papers, things you do ... when you're done