You came up the stairs
With a basket of cares
But I mistook for the wash

You said you were busy
Just doing household things
And I never knew
What kind of sadness this things could bring

You seemed so sure of yourself
You seemed short on time
And I never knew
There were more than chores on your mind

I might've done things differently
I might've taken your hand
To say I know it's been hard on you
But I just up and mend

You hung the sheets on the clothesline
To let them dry in the sunshine
Just like the tears that dry off my face
In the September breeze that God has made
For days like these
When I can't stop thinking of you

Weary is the mind
That occupies its time
Trying to form a good impression
On someone else's life

I found your note beneath the trees
Investigating the weeds
That forced themselves upon
What might have been a lovely scene

As I prepare to drive away
I thought I heard you say
Oh my baby, don't you go

So I turn right around
But all I saw was your frown
That I misread for saying
You let me down

And you hang the sheets on the clothesline
To let them dry in the sunshine
Just like the tears that dry off my face
In a September breeze that God has made
For days like these
When I can't stop thinking of you

And you hang the sheets on the clothesline
To let them dry in the sunshine
Just like the tears that dry off my face
In a September breeze that God has made
For days like these
When I can't stop thinking of you