Open Window Singing...

I feel it just around the bend, this old breeze blowing in. I think autumn is coming; I think winter will surround us again.

Maybe you're right, maybe it isn't caring too much that consumes me.
Maybe it's never being able to care enough that wounds me.

I need something I love, I need it, breathing it, feeling it, caring for it...
So I know this, loneliness, isn't so alone.