Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman





The leaves seen through my window-pane

Remind me that it's time to move my life again

November sun is felt by none

A chilly breeze has blown my thoughts to what's to come

A cup of warm coffee, some vitamin C

A bowl for the cat, a bowl for the dog, a bowl for me

Choose my bluest tape and unlock my car

An honest tune with a lingering lead has taken me this far



On the edge of the porch in the warm evening night

Throwing the bone for the dog I see two passing lights

Well, I wonder where that driver's bound

Is there someone, somewhere, someway out there that I've not found

A touch of smoke ain't what it seems

Dust and sunshine can also make my eyes look mean

But there's a brown cat sleeping through this day's show

Toppin' off the woodpile, breathing slow