Leaves are falling I’m getting cold These shoes know when they’re growing old I don’t always do as I’m told at least I have a free soul If you’re an artist or a traveler with tapestries I gave up making tea years ago or so it seems I left a box of grapes in Hamburg, Germany a fool I thought a friend suggested this idea to me lavender flowers and all of your supposed powers can’t hold up to a meteor shower if you hop a train or jump on a plane people may call you insane the day we met I knew the world would never be the same If you’re an artist or a traveler with tapestries I left the only girl I love in the Evergreen trees if you go North tell them I brought her ashes to the sea and that I always have them right next to me Oh i’m getting cold, oh oh and I’m growing old remember every scar if you’re a sculptor your memory is the pen if you’re a writer your body is a tool if you’re a dancer your brushstrokes show your soul if you’re a painter and will you be coming home? If you’re an artist or a traveler with tapestries who’s fallen but gotten up from down on your knees you’ll know the real point of art and poetry is to somehow connect with the mystery Oh i’m getting cold, oh oh and I’m growing old *** Thanks Elizabeth le Fey