I missed the fair again this year.
That makes two.
No ride atop the greasy ferris wheel with anyone.
It ends up october, where everything starts for me.
I waited for her to see for the third time.
And thank God, she's wearing the same shirt again.
And as strange as she was, that made her so familiar.
That newness would brighten my life.
And these are the last days the sun will shine before winter.
The last time to warm our faces for half a year.
And I keep missing no one to wait for.
I keep missing.
And thank God she's wearing the same shirt again.
That makes two.
No ride atop the greasy ferris wheel with anyone.
It ends up october, where everything starts for me.
I waited for her to see for the third time.
And thank God, she's wearing the same shirt again.
And as strange as she was, that made her so familiar.
That newness would brighten my life.
And these are the last days the sun will shine before winter.
The last time to warm our faces for half a year.
And I keep missing no one to wait for.
I keep missing.
And thank God she's wearing the same shirt again.