Her name was Autumn
After her daddy’s favorite season
When the leaves turn from red to brown
Over 20 of those have passed
Since she moved back to this town
She sat staring out the glass
Tired of her melancholy ways
Which seems to be a little harder to hide these days
Over her shoulder she studies his figure
Stretched across the bed
He carries a few extra pounds now
But is still a handsome man
He’s never cheated on her
Is dependable most of the time
With the same big devotion
And small ambition
She shouldn’t be this lonely
She shouldn’t feel this lost
She could give it up tomorrow
But who would pay the cost
Everything is true
But nothing is real
She dusts the plastic flowers
Sitting on the window sill
She wonders if she’s silly
Is more really necessary
She’s no young school girl
Wishing for a chance
Of life out of some storybook romance
But she would like to feel, she would like to ache
Have passion and surprises
Not just the emptiness that agonizes
She shouldn’t be this lonely
She shouldn’t feel this lost
She could give it up tomorrow
But who would pay the cost
Everything is true
But nothing is real
She dusts the plastic flowers
Sitting on the window sill
After her daddy’s favorite season
When the leaves turn from red to brown
Over 20 of those have passed
Since she moved back to this town
She sat staring out the glass
Tired of her melancholy ways
Which seems to be a little harder to hide these days
Over her shoulder she studies his figure
Stretched across the bed
He carries a few extra pounds now
But is still a handsome man
He’s never cheated on her
Is dependable most of the time
With the same big devotion
And small ambition
She shouldn’t be this lonely
She shouldn’t feel this lost
She could give it up tomorrow
But who would pay the cost
Everything is true
But nothing is real
She dusts the plastic flowers
Sitting on the window sill
She wonders if she’s silly
Is more really necessary
She’s no young school girl
Wishing for a chance
Of life out of some storybook romance
But she would like to feel, she would like to ache
Have passion and surprises
Not just the emptiness that agonizes
She shouldn’t be this lonely
She shouldn’t feel this lost
She could give it up tomorrow
But who would pay the cost
Everything is true
But nothing is real
She dusts the plastic flowers
Sitting on the window sill
( Reagan Boggs )
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