Letters piled up at the front door of my phone
Yet I felt alone
Watching everyone go
Peeking through the curtains with the lights off
Just trying not to get caught
Trying to keep watch
Whittled away the whole oak tree today
Yet I felt the same
Pocket full of change
Morning turns the quarter Sun to copper
A penny paid, a nickel made
None the wiser
Here in my yard
I spend my days
Here in my yard
Time fades away
Enough was enough, they don't send nothing no more
Though I can't be sure
'Cause I locked the door
Rolled up the carpet with myself inside
Couldn't say hello
Never said goodbye
Here in my yard
I spend my days
Here in my yard
Time fades away
