… and now … the waltz

All the leaves that you scatter
So that no one can guess your next move
Still no one is searching for you
And your refrain
Making good promise again
Well it might take us some time
Better woodshed for a while
You’ll drive back again
And I’ll still be your friend
Pack it all up for there’s no use in waiting all day
Hoping that something might change

Leave the box full of letters in the rain