Lyrics
OVERCAST VACATION
(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)
Fall is coming. I can tell by the way the light falls off the wooden fence, the leaves apprehensive. Fall is coming. I can tell by the way our eyes skirt, avert the facts. Uneasy, queasy. Soon the wind will wail through the empty streets.
It's dark already, just eight o'clock. Why do I decry what isn't yet? I want to feel like I'm at home.
Not raise the bet. just sit and laugh.
Like Andy Murray, but oh no, not me.
Oh no, not me on this overcast vacation. Summer is upon us and I haven't done a single summer thing, no picture people laughing no sunny blue-sky beaches. Alone, I atone, past my spring, unhand the maiden lock the door, sit on the floor uneven, even as we speak.
CHORUS
Fall will come and it's just you to decide how to fell the wayward hours and withstand the autumn showers and to finally face the fear you just can't hide. You just can't hide CHORUS
Copyright 1998, Timothy Brickley and David Rheins
