Into the Lapping Waves

Now that the summer turns to auburn leaves We roll our bicycles down the hill We never wondered about what came next We never thought of our own free will We'd sneak away to behind a row of trees Smoke one stolen cigarette We never got the sign that we knew what we were doing, That brown spot on the filter tip You run away and the memories slip away You run away and the memories they slip away Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves Into the lapping waves With the first freeze of winter The school had left the sprinklers on The grass became a field of icy spikes Seen in the early light of dawn The tule fog it curled around our hips We looked away across the fields At all the landscapes we imagined to be out there And all the secrets they'd reveal You run away and the memories slip away You run away and the memories they slip away Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves Like a stream sliding in, into the lapping waves Into the lapping waves Now that the leaves have all fallen to the ground Smell of December in the air I'll bring you pomegranates from the tree in my front yard We'll break them apart to share