Short in the Sleeve - Last Light

Last light falling through the leaves
And the screen door rattling in the breeze
Rainstorms breaking the August heat
Soaking your shoes splashing in the street

With so many miles ahead
You couldn't have known at the time
You don't get to choose what gets left behind
When you're looking back
After the river has turned so many ways
What will you remember of those days?

Lazy afternoons, linen on the line
The whole world seemed free from time
Riding your 6-speed to the baseball park
Radio blasting from the passing cars

With so many miles ahead
You couldn't have known at the time
You don't get to choose what gets left behind
When you're looking back
After the river has turned so many ways
What will you remember of those days?

A penknife, pennants and a paperweight
The things you found in his room to save
Last light falling through the leaves
And the screen door rattling in the breeze

With so many miles ahead
You couldn't have known at the time
You don't get to choose what gets left behind
When you're looking back
After the river has turned so many ways
What will you remember of those days?

Written by:
Jason Middlekauff

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