In a reverie, Alex Wilder watches someone who can’t bring himself to seize the moment – someone who begins to look more and more familiar.
He sits in a field
And thinks about
Where is she now
He writes a letter, doesn’t know what it’s for
It’s seven pages long
But it haunts him even more

Now it’s either fall or winter,
And he can’t make up his mind.
No he doesn’t ever call her and he hasn’t seen her since,
It’s either fall or winter,
But he can’t leave her behind
He went to the sea
Some time ago
Fell in love with her
He wanted to tell her, but decided to wait
The summer ended soon
And by that time he knew it was too late
Now it’s either fall or winter. . .
Oh where is she now?
Well it’s either fall or winter,
And he can’t make up his mind.
He doesn’t ever call her,
And I haven’t seen her since.
All those conversations on the beach,
Well it’s all my fault you’re out of reach
And all I want is to hold your hand in mine
And I can’t, no I can’t, leave you behind
Alex Wilder – story source, vocals, guitars, bass
Nora Willauer – teaching artist, cello
Will Foote – teaching artist, guitar, vocals
Malcolm Brooks –teaching artist
Produced by Alex Wilder

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