Outside in the back, the cold air attacks The blistering wind's got a sting like nostalgia's fingers See the feelings I've shelved, I look at myself and start To wonder if the calendar's been skipping Cause the trees were all shedding, but I wasn't ready Awoke to reality's knock witnessing someone's ending Such an expert at forgetting the plans I've been setting I fumble a thought, it gets lost, oh how they always slip my mind I can't find the time Been meaning to grab it from summer's pockets, but she always Runs away like she wants to play And the child inside me gets excited It looks like fun