The Orchard

My friend, the sun is sinking low and it’s time for us to go
and leave the apples and the wasps to sleep alone once more.
We can come back tomorrow, the trees will be here.
We’ve got a lot to say and if it takes all day I don’t care.

And if you find your way out of the apple orchard won’t you let me know.

It doesn’t seem real it’s summer time and the trees decline my offer
to stay and chat for awhile and share an apple.
And was it yesterday sitting here in the shade with you
with sticky chins and silly grins and an apple.

And if you find your way out of the apple orchard won’t you let me know.

Dear world here’s my letter. I wanted you to know.
They say I’m doing better now that the drugs have taken hold.
But all the places I used to go to, I can’t go there anymore.
I guess I just miss the orchard and I wanted you to know.

Runnin’ through the alleyways, sleepin’ on the sidewalks- you can’t get home.
I will never change. I will always be the same.
Etched in my mind, the image of an apple and you.