Green Into Gold

 

Summer ends. The school bus makes me restless.

Like a kid I'm asking stupid questions.

Why'd you have to go the moment I was helpless? 

Why does all the green turn into gold?



 The school bus rocks and rattles down the back roads,
Fallen leaves the color of tobacco.
I used to ride with you, traffic lights by meadows.

Why does all the green turn into gold?



 Tell me why one more time. 



 Stepping off a Greyhound bus defenseless,
I hold a crumpled paper with your address. 

You can't say yes or no. I still expect an answer. 

Why does all the green turn into gold?