Outside in the back, the cold air attacks

The blistering wind's got a sting like nostalgia's fingers

See the feelings I've shelved, I look at myself and start

To wonder if the calendar's been skipping

Cause the trees were all shedding, but I wasn't ready

Awoke to reality's knock witnessing someone's ending

Such an expert at forgetting the plans I've been setting

I fumble a thought, it gets lost, oh how they always slip my mind

I can't find the time

Been meaning to grab it from summer's pockets, but she always

Runs away like she wants to play

And the child inside me gets excited

It looks like fun