A line of mixed blue and white,nSilk flowers growing 'round the side.nOf this apartments hollow ground,nOh it's morning in this town.n20 days out for a storm,nI hope it's pouring when it comes.nNovembers coming with the seasons,nAnd he points west in her direction.nBy now it made no sense,nTo go back home.nSomething he had often done.nOh ohnMmmhmmnAah ahhnnA line of mixed blue and white,nSilk flowers growing 'round the side,nof this apartments hollow ground,nOh it's morning in this town.n20 days out for a storm,nI hope it's pouring when it comes.nNovembers coming with the seasons,nAnd he points west in her direction.nnBy now it made no sense,nFor him to go back home,nSomething he had often done.nHow heavy hearted Hampshire has become.nBack to the sad, old smell of Cambridge.nCold as hell weather, the station.nThe temperature,nThe terminal,nAnd across the road,nA hospital.nnSo this now what best friends do?nShould I forgive her?nShould I forgive her?nBecause for sure I cannot blame her.nNeither of us are ever growing up.nBut these have been some bad days,nAnd this years fashion face won't last.nWell these have been some bad days,nA holiday in North Adams Mass.nnBy now it made no sense,nFor him to go back home,nSomething he had often done.nHow heavy hearted Hampshire has become.nBack to the sad, old smell of Cambridge.nCold as hell weather, the station.nWell I can see I've lost my sight,nBut either the way the sun won't shine.nnThree days out of the weigh station,nOut into the steady smash of the sun.nAnd he could see the rise of the foot hills,nInto that upstate horizon.nnAnd that's the longest drive.nComing home just short of night.nDriving home all morning,nAll day long, and all day light.nnAnd the road,nThat lead into Ogunquit,nAnd into the high hills,nAnd mountains of wester Maine.nNine months north of boston, the city,nA sleet had began to steal across the day.n