Jeffrey Foucault - Late Season lyrics

Barns are full up with bounty The slews and the silos are full I thought I was ready Thought I was prepared to go Pears and peaches in August Turn to apples in fall Soon the hands that pick them Will be gone Late in the season We all get thirsty for the sun We sit there sweating feel it waning Already feel the cold that's to come Peaches turn to apples The pickers travel on Town empties out no one's sorry No one even knows that they're gone And the nights get colder The ballgame's off the air I might tell you to leave but when you're gone I'll wish you were still here Around every traffic light there's a halo The night is as sweet as candy It carries its stars slung low Nothing's like we thought it would be You can drive to the end of river road There's nothing out ther but an old army base A couple of missle silos You can feel the moon on your face When there's no wind you can hear The wires sing The first time you might get frightened It doesn't sound like anything