In My Yard

Letters piled up at the front door of my phone

Yet I felt alone

Watching everyone go

Peeking through the curtains with the lights off

Just trying not to get caught

Trying to keep watch

Whittled away the whole oak tree today

Yet I felt the same

Pocket full of change

Morning turns the quarter Sun to copper

A penny paid, a nickel made

None the wiser

Here in my yard

I spend my days

Here in my yard

Time fades away

Enough was enough, they don't send nothing no more

Though I can't be sure

'Cause I locked the door

Rolled up the carpet with myself inside

Couldn't say hello

Never said goodbye

Here in my yard

I spend my days

Here in my yard

Time fades away

Time fades away