| Late Summer Blues There's a time, not a long one, everyday When you're very much alone. Only lasts ten, twenty minutes, everyday When you're very much alone. And your heart slows down to a subtle hiss, And you focus on a certain place in the ground With dry brown leaves, from early fall And the wind whistles by with barely a sound There's a time, not a long one, everyday When you're very much alone. Only lasts ten, twenty minutes, everyday When you're very much alone. And it doesn't matter if a friend is a half a foot away Doesn't matter if a larger crowd is near, Doesn't matter if he goes, wouldn't matter if he stays The grass is rustling too hard to hear. There's a time, not a long one, everyday When you're very much alone. Only lasts ten, twenty minutes, everyday When you're very much alone. And you love that time, even if its just a moment, And miss every moment that its gone It's the funny time o' day, when the yellow grass is grey And nothin's right, but thank God, nothin's wrong. There's a time, not a long one, everyday When you're very much alone. Only lasts ten, twenty minutes, everyday When you're very much alone. | 