Paint

Letters in a box And paints all packed up neatly We hardly ever talk That's not the way it used to be You never disappoint What an evening we had together The skies were ablue with leaves of maroon And green fallen over our sweater 'Cause there was paint on our sweater And beautiful weather to walk in But gone are the strolls in the hallway with You, as it always had been Fallen wood was brown And orange, the setting sun It all calls to hum along To say thanks for all the fun There was green on our sweater And beautiful weather to walk in But gone are the strolls in the hallway with You, as it always had been There's an empty chair where you should be And it's right across the table from my seat The books don't read the same when you're not there And there's no one that I ever could be To deserve a bit of love that you've shown me But most days I am glad that life's not fair Life's not fair 'Cause we'll wash the paint from our sweaters And forget the letters written We've got our places to get to We won't have the time for painting