Costumes for the weekend, Salvation Army finds
July is so damn honest, it's way too hot now to lie
And no ones going to show me, that plans are made one at a time
See myself on the sofa, believing ghosts can fly
And my work becomes the meaning, despite all that I have tried
Vines on the back fence were planted by and by
As they appear I wonder, will they be there when we die
Imagine all that you have done, replaced by all you left behind