The leaves seen through my window pane   Remind me that it's time to move my life again   November sun is felt by none   A chilly breeze has blown my thoughts to what's to come   A cup of warm coffee, some vitamin C   A bowl for the cat, a bowl for the dog, a bowl for me   Choose my bluest tape and unlock my car   An honest tune with a lingering lead has taken me this far         On the edge of the porch in the warm evening night   Throwing the bone for the dog I see two passing lights   Well, I wonder where that driver's bound   Is there someone, somewhere, someway out there that I've not found   A touch of smoke ain't what it seems   Dust and sunshine can also make my eyes look mean   But there's a brown cat sleeping through this day's show   Toppin' off the woodpile, breathing slow