Bethany Lane - Aaron Thompson

How did we end up as strangers here?

You blew out the candles and counted another year

If your roots are in these vines

Then why did you leave?

'O child, because I had to, you see

It was written all over me.'

The colors are changing

The air is strange

There’s an old man singing gospel at the corner

On Bethany Lane

We were the summer

Now we are the fall

We’ll be the winter

Freezing flagpoles to our tongues

The escape was narrow

The run was cheap

Two autumn lovers pass an orphan in the street