the good years Lyrics

The leaves are changing

Colours again

I fear this is

The very end

Paint my nails new colours

I wait for the

Cold to pass

I'm under the covers

I make cold coffee

When it's cold outside

I fear I'm going to feel this way

For the rest of my life

The tree in the backyard of my childhood home

Is being cut right down

I feel the memories go

And I play this ukulele that I learned at 14

Trying to hold on to that part of me

Trying to hold on to the past

But it seems as though the good years have passed

Five years old

I think I've found gold in

The hearts of people

That I barely know

The beginnings of hurt

Disguised in private school skirts

The October breeze

Is the only one that holds me

The tree in the backyard of my childhood home

Is being cut right down

I feel the memories go

And I play this ukulele that I learned at 14

Trying to hold on to that part of me

Trying to hold on to the past

But it seems as though the good years have passed

Thought my life would be a movie

Instead I feel them looking through me

Can't believe how much time has flown right past me

Feels like I've done nothing

Thought at least I'd feel something

I can feel them all judging

Oh they're judging

Are they judging?

The tree in the backyard of my childhood home

Is being cut right down

I feel the memories go

And I play this ukulele that I learned at 14

Trying to hold on to that part of me

Trying to hold on to the past

But it seems as though the good years have passed