Bramble

It's an early autumn And time will never last Though it can't reach bottom It seems we're dropping fast Empty expectation Hardly pop a frown Drowning information The truth is going down The kind of moment You'll never live down Now five years older The wrong her's around Anyhow Heading straight and narrow Until the roads divide Now I'm lost and callow And tired and tongue-tied The kind of moment You'll never live down Now five years older The wrong her is around But I control All this wanton wandering And next time I'll see us through Awaiting silence A dream that hasn't come Wanting just forgiveness But it's a weighty sum