Like a curtain being drawn upon a roomnYou, disappear from viewnLike the grey, edging out the bluenYou, disappear from view.nnAnd is it going to benA long, hard winter?nLike clouds rolling in, of the seanThe way, the way you are to menLike the leaves, darkening their huenYou, disappear from view.nnAnd is it going to benA long, hard winter?nYou, disappear form viewnYou, disappear form view