November In Brookline

November In Brookline - The Suicide File

Fate flickers like a newsreel

It's dancing across the dark wood restaurants

The empty sidewalks

And the hotel lobbies that have started to fade

So that the deep reds are now a dirty pink

And the elegance they had before has been

Stripped and covered in dust

And there are countless yesterdays

That were supposed to be something more

But as time blurs them the edges soften

And you can carve a monument

Out of broken glass and sand

Nothing is uglier than former beauty

It's the curse of the starlet

Sunlight can be a horrible thing

Fate still smiles demurely as the leaves clog the gutters

And the red bricks chip and sink further into the ground

Time wears you down

Time will spit on you

Time marches on

It's promises fell through

Time wears you down

Time will spit on you

And there are countless yesterdays

Where promises fell through