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The summer is nearly over and I feel I have used it well. The mirror looks me right in the eye and tells the story I knew it would tell. So, forgive me father as again I will go too far and leave you for the Autumn with no harvest on your arm.

In September I woke up to the sound of church bells but I didn't find Jesus, I found a much better cure for hell. I just picked up my guitar and the words they took care of themselves. Like everyone else I'm a leaf in a windstorm
I never know just where I will touch down.

Slow and steady as I go. Just fast enough to get home.

Now Autumn she's nearly over and I'm still under her spell, cursed with inspiration and the task of reflecting back on myself. So, forgive her father. She knows not what she does.
Sitting beside the fire is just not as warm as it was.

In the winter, time is money spent to pay the Spring for what it grows; the colors of the time of year that give the meaning to a rose. When the train screams over George Street I know that I've returned and I hope my eyes say everything because I'll be lost for words.

Slow and steady as I go. Just fast enough to get home.

So here I come knocking at your door again Father. I really don't know what I should be doing with my time. I know I have more important things to forget about. Nevermind what I said before, I really didn't mean it anyway. But it feels good to be home, good to be warm, and good to want something more than to dig in and be bored.

Slow and steady as I go. Just fast enough to get home.

Well summer is nearly upon us and I feel I will use it well. Soon I'll look you right in the eye and tell the story that you've been waiting for me to tell.