Whon

The garbage man is never going to come

The cans out at the curb will bloat and stink

The rot will work its way through cracks in the foundation

The water will go stagnant in the sink

And you, you will know

Where it is that memories go

The migratory birds will not come back

The charms that summer held will all turn sour

And from the treetops when the wind stops

Sweet blossoms will rain down and you will stand beneath the shower

And it will be so clear

You will never quite escape last year

The wind will blow or else it won't

Sometimes you just move on and somеtimes you just don't

You think the matter through, you try hard not to think

Thе water all goes stagnant in the kitchen sink

And you will know, and I will too

What it was I might have left to you