Lyrics

They told us summer was for the young
Nobody told the field
We’re still in season
We walk a step apart these days
Slower than we used to go
But look down at the dusty road
Our shadows hold hands anyway
Your hand still finds the small of my back
Like it was carved to fit right there
Fifty years of Sunday mornings
And I still fix my hair
Don’t call it the end of the row
Darling, I want you to know
We’re still in season, still in tune
Still dancing slow in the afternoon
They counted us out, but the field said no
There’s a whole lot of summer left to go
Hold my hand, give me one good reason
To leave this field, we’re still in season
There were storms that took the barn roof down
There are chairs at the table no one fills
We tied a rope to the last dark cloud
And pulled it over the hills
I don’t need the young man back
The one who ran so fast
I’ve got the one who stayed
And that’s the one who lasts
Don’t call it the end of the row
Darling, I want you to know
We’re still in season, still in tune
Still dancing slow in the afternoon
They counted us out, but the field said no
There’s a whole lot of summer left to go
Hold my hand, give me one good reason
To leave this field, we’re still in season
Nobody asks the oak tree
If it’s too old to stand
Nobody tells the river
It’s too late to reach the land
So nobody tell us
One sun going down, one sun coming in
We’re standing in between them
Where the good part’s always been
We’re still in season, still in tune
Still dancing slow in the afternoon
They counted us out, but the field said no
There’s a whole lot of summer left to go
Hold my hand, give me one good reason
To leave this field, we’re still in season
Still in season, still in season
Still in tune, still in tune
Still in season, we’re not through
Open the gate, love
After you
Still in season