Something's Missing

When Autumn comes, it doesn't ask
It just walks in where it left you last
You never know when it starts
Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart...

Back and forth. Back and forth. After the length of the dark terrace has been measured a hundred times, with a broken walkman barely breathing John Mayer into my ears, I have reached here, now, forgetfulness in you. Where do I go from here?