Texty: Constancy. Other. Come Winter.

The scent on the ground here is rain
Driving with the windows down one season too late

Apathetic, just wasting time watching the leaves as they float by
And the last of the group courageous and colorful, hanging on by its stem
One last call for autumn and then we drink the rain

Sweet November, trust in me
Come now winter but come gently, not to harm me