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Might Just Visit Fall Again - The King's Blues Club
Might just visit fall again, my friend
Stay a month or maybe three
Watch the leaves come crashing in
Like a drunk wind slamming a tree
No coat, just boots and aching bones
Let the rain wash out the style
Walking late time and the roads
Where homes worth walking that last mile
Might just visit fall again
Look down low, then up so wide
The wind smells like the Gulf Coast tide
And the sky just dares you to ride
Now silver peaks from temple ends
But don't you count me out, my friend
I got fall still playing in my chest
Same old chords, just in a different dress
Fall taps us on the shoulder slow
With brushing smoke and amber glow
Painting streets with lazy hands
A whiskey warmed impressionist plan
Some of it rushed, some done right
A coat-stained artist out of sight
His gallery hangs in every block
Ask it nicely, and it might just talk
I've been a regular since '99
A patron of the yellow line
Let's walk it deep
Where puddles sleep, where hungers reign
And thoughts run steep
There's things to feel
There's things to miss like running through
A childhood mist or standing soaked
On army lines with duty heavy
And thin-spun time
For you, old soft weeping dame
A teardrop with a gentle name
You wave us all
No big parade, just a silent train
To yesterday
Something about this chilly air
Makes me sit back, just stop and stare
Even rain got rhythm in it
Feels like soul if you just let it
Might just visit fall again
Where melancholy hums with cheer
Where every leaf's a whispered hymn
That says, "You made it here, oh dear."
Soon the snow will paint the roof
But that white ain't mine, just let it loose
I still walk with fall inside
With colors slightly aged but wide