red

she paints her lips red and sits in the sun by a propped open door
she's afraid of catching cold
so she don't go out anymore
he left her bored and restless
summer young
but he was beautiful, so beautiful
she swore he was the one

he's been gone so long and she don't love her past anymore
the autumn leaves are brown and they crumble
like her sigh as a restlessness too strong to ignore
begins to thrive 
behind her red door

she don't know she's too beautiful to be alone
but this town's so small
they're gonna talk
soon she'll move on
and she'll close another chapter
lock her red door
maybe move to california
or get lost in new york
and the mail man won't stop here anymore