Evening Call - Greg Brown

I had my fun, my fun had me

And from beneath her parasol

She says «goodbye, old used to be —

Get ready for the evening call.»

She has grown cold, but how warm she was —

The morning lawn writes history

In lost high heels and empty cups

Whose lipstick stains are kissing me

How chill the air, and my heart is poor

How low the sun, how high the wall

Sweet music drifting out my door

Merges with the evening call

I had my fun, my fun had me

So slow she turns, and swaying goes

To a young man beneath a shady tree

Who there undoes her pretty clothes