grass is blowing in the breeze trees are talking with the wind wonder how the year is gonna end that moon is almost full on this cloudless night the fog's not rolling in, it's so rare the summer's heading toward fall and you feel so right and it's midnight somewhere tvs talking from the windows well enough the stories are being told tales of time and how the world is growing old skin wins and the scars of time won't tell true stories of where our hearts have been blue candle and the breeze from the ceiling fan ©2004 redandslow redandslow@comcast.net
