[Intro]
Like the thorn bush twines against the chain link fence
Like the spider spins its rings between the trees
And the lonely sycamore bends to the breeze

[Chorus 1]
I am the puddles in the street
Waiting for your falling leaves
Twine your vines around me, drop your branches in my path
Linger, let me linger

[Verse]
Hearts drawn on a dusty window pane
A love note lying in the road
A car circling 'round a darkened street
A woman crying on the phone

[Chorus 2]
We are like the crickets in the spring
Calling out from under stones
Twine your vines around me, drop your branches in my path
Linger, let me linger