I practice nostalgia like it's religion
Snow on my dash, left the windows open
I spend every year trying to be different
But it'll always be October again
And isn't it funny how none of them feel like the last?
And isn't it sad, how it never feels like the last?
You joke about me missing your call
And my hiking pole scrapes the asphalt
You grace me with your presence on the walk
And I smile, 'cause it's the first time I've enjoyed the fall
And isn't it funny how none of them feel like the last?
And isn't it sad, how it never feels like the last?
The moments go like leaves on trees, so fast
I would have changed for you, but you never asked
When the first blizzard hits, I can only stare
Snowflakes shine on the tips of your hair
I hardly notice the bite of the cold in the air
Know the right way around, take the old stairs
Sink inside the grays and the blues of the woods
Slick sled marks remind me of my childhood
Sigh gently, Tetons have always done me good
And if you asked me to come over I still would
And isn't it funny how no season feels like the last?
And isn't it sad, how moments never feel like the last?
They go like leaves on trees, so fast
But what weight would they bring, unless they've passed?
And I would have changed
And I would have changed
And I would have changed
And I would have changed