Asheville Skies

Good God, is it November?

The leaves burn auburn red

The Asheville skies and timber

Are holding on to it

But I cannot remember

That fleeting hopeful song

That rose of our September

My word, what have we done?

I'd love nothing more than to cover my face

Forget who I am and get out of this place

Pretend to be somebody other than me

And go on living that way

Till all the dreams that I had in mind

Come back to me by next year this time

Tell me whatever became of what I left behind

Could hope have sprung eternal on darkened, dreary roads?

The heart that beats nocturnal knows not where it goes

We listen for the signal to raise the dirt again

Our livelihood is equal to the air that breathes us in

I'd welcome you home just to turn you away

Shuffle the cards by the light of the day

Pretend that the worst of it got left behind

And go on living that way

Till all the dreams we left in our wake

Come back to me as the joy we forsake

Tell me whatever is burning the fires we made