The Attic

Dust settles on the road As rain begins to fall from the sky She is sitting on a fence-post Singing softly to herself As a lone car passes by
They take the path by the brook Where in the summertime the flowers grew While everything remained the same It somehow seemed that everything was new
Life’s so deceiving What we have here Simply believing in ourselves
Here in the attic The answer’s clear Let’s never go away from here
Lightening licks across the sky A tongue of spark and fire in the night They are lying by the window Where flashes of the storm Provide the only light
Church bells ringing loudly They awaken to the sound with a sigh No matter how they try to slow them Wheels of time just keep on rolling by
Life’s so deceiving What we have here Simply believing in ourselves
Here in the attic The answer’s clear Let’s never go away from here