I like the view out your window
I like the coming cold
And I hope we remember
That we might be getting old
So let's shake off the sadness
And all of the hell we made

Before we go any farther
Let's stop here awhile
And the dogs can chase the moonlight
I swear I saw them smile
When the first breeze of September
Took our breath away

It comes and goes
It comes and goes

There's never been any answers
Or any hidden light
And I can see your reflection
When the water is just right
I've been hiding lately
And it may be getting worse

But you'd run the rain out of Houston
If you pointed south
And the words that once came easy
Are stuck back in my mouth
And it's a world full of changes
And ancient dying days