Fading Maple Days

Leaves on the pavement,

turning to clay

Tracing the lines of a long yesterday

We spent the summer

learning to wait

Leaving our shoes by the gate

And it's a long way down (hmmmm)

To the heart of this town

But we bend like the willow

in the evening air

Finding the pieces

we left over there

We go on, we go on,

though the light is getting low

Coffee cup ring

on a notebook page

Watching the shadows show their age

We didn't notice

the seasons slide

With nothing left

to hide

And it's a long way down

To the heart of this town

But we bend like the willow in the evening air

Finding the pieces

we left over there

We go on, we go on,

though the light is getting low (yeah,

we go on)

Though the light is getting low

We go on (hmmmm)