The Visitors

schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile i watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness and i have to sit down for a while the feeling that i'm losing her forever and without really en

here's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the bill deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill birds of passage, you and me we fly instinctively when the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun neither you nor i'm to blame when all i