Haunted Days

These are haunted days;
Bonfire-scented autumn days
Someone’s slipped away
And someone’s thoughts are all in one place
These are haunted days;
The year is facing its old age
I met her from work at three to see her home
So she could catch some sleep
Everything’s a little
Everything’s a little — thrown
I watched her cry for someone I didn’t know
You can sense it on the wind
The wind that sets the trees to singing —
Hear them whispering how someone’s gone
Someone’s missing
These are haunted days
Sad and golden, underplayed
I met her on Oxford Street to see her home
So she could catch some sleep
These are haunted days;
Bonfire-scented autumn days
You can’t fix everything that breaks
And someone’s thoughts are all in one place