A Cunning Latch

I won't be around
 To cut your holiday trimmings down
 I won't be there
 To hold your hand
 From where I stand
 You don't appear to need it
 And the summer end
 Like a ruined heir, we tried to read it
 Don't think we can
 A spider you can't catch
 A cunning rusty latch
 A weatherman acting coy
 A web you can't destroy
 But I'm your boy
 Although you may not need it
 And the summer flew
 I know how hard you tried to beat it
 But we both knew
 The light comes in much too early every day
 It wakes me up but it won't chase those dreams away
 The light comes in much too early every day
 It wakes me up but it won't chase those dreams away