High noon. Sky is blue, and you can't keep your clothes on,
standing on the front porch.
Can you feel that, too? I don't know how long it's been
since the grass seemed this green--everything so simple.
High noon. Sky is blue, and the grass is dying.
We're headed for the winter.
But for now it's warm, and the light's just right,
here at high noon.
credits
from Woodshed,
track released December 3, 2021
M. McWhirter, W. Staler