Sycamore
Back before I knew who I was
I was living in the middle of nowhere
I watched the leaves fall
After all, it was a cold September
Having dinner with an old best friend
Everybody in the room familiar
We brought our sweatshirts
After all, it was a cold September
Bright lights on an empty road
Drinking coffee with a not-so-stranger
We watched the stars fall
Passing faces that I won't remember
Cold dew in a plastic chair
People running back and forth going nowhere
We watched the night die down
From a fire to a low lit ember
I was living in the middle of nowhere
I watched the leaves fall
After all, it was a cold September
Having dinner with an old best friend
Everybody in the room familiar
We brought our sweatshirts
After all, it was a cold September
Bright lights on an empty road
Drinking coffee with a not-so-stranger
We watched the stars fall
Passing faces that I won't remember
Cold dew in a plastic chair
People running back and forth going nowhere
We watched the night die down
From a fire to a low lit ember
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Ferreri
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