Late Season

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 missile 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