Somewhere With Seasons

The house looks different now
The paint is new, the porch is gone
I craned my neck to search for the fort
My father built in the backyard
But I can't see it anymore

It's strange
I still can't explain
Why I was so upset last night
As if I'm allowed to cut my ties
To make new friends and to move on
But when you do the same, it's wrong

And I can't say that I blame you
For making your escape
Most of all because I can't say there aren't moments
Where I've thought about the same
The maps of all those intersecting freeways
And the towns to which they belong
The siren call of somewhere that has seasons
This summer's lasting months and months too long
But will you miss it when it's gone?

The words and phone numbers
In my old yearbooks gather dust
Full of paragraphs I'm ashamed to read
As if they're not addressed to me
It almost feels like eavesdropping

And I can't say that I blame you
For making your escape
Most of all because I can't say there aren't moments
Where I've thought about the same
The maps of all those intersecting freeways
And the towns to which they belong
The siren call of somewhere that has seasons
This summer's lasting months and months too long
But will you miss it when you're gone?