When the day comes to close
And the wind comes to settle
The eyes adjust to darkness
The summer fades to fall
When the boots leave dust tracks
And the rain covers them up
The nose smells the presence
Of something, much more than air
When the day comes to close
And the wind comes to settle
The eyes adjust to darkness
The summer fades to fall
When the boots leave dust tracks
And the rain covers them up
The nose smells the presence
Of something, much more than air