Spring in Autumn

The story

I woke slow in a house that smelled of paint and coffee, the boxes gone, the dog on the porch, someone humming in the next room. Laughter came through the open door the way I hadn't heard it in years. We had danced with ghosts and drunk with doubt, and the fire didn't burn us out. It's not about the finish line. It's how you start again, even in November.

Lyrics

I woke up slow, but the world felt new
Sun on the floor, paint on my shoes
Boxes gone and the past packed tight
But something in the silence felt just right

The dog’s on the porch, she’s humming a song
Coffee on the stove, and the weight feels gone
I don’t know the words to this brand-new day
But I’m humming anyway

It’s spring in autumn, babe
And I’m learning how to bend
Found a little rhythm
At the bitter season’s end
It’s not about the finish line
It’s how you start again
It’s spring in autumn, babe
And I feel it in my hands

She’s got a brush, painting over old fights
I swear the house looks ten years light
Laughter's peeking through the open door
I ain’t heard it like that since ‘94

We danced with ghosts, drank with doubt
But somehow the fire didn’t burn us out
Now we’re standing in the ash with a second chance
Tapping toes to the circumstance

It’s spring in autumn, babe
And the leaves are in reverse
The cold still lingers
But I’m shedding all the hurt
It’s not about the miles
It’s about who you are after
It’s spring in autumn, babe
And I’m laughing through the ache and the laughter

“There’s a kind of quiet that comes…
not when the world stops —
but when you stop trying to catch up with it.

When you don’t need to be the loudest voice,
or the fastest runner,
or the cleanest slate.

Just… here.
Breathing.
In a house that smells like paint and coffee.
With someone humming in the next room.

And you think — maybe this is it.

Not the big comeback.
Not the final chapter.

Just the first page…
after the fire.”

I used to chase the summer
Used to run from the fall
But now I wear the seasons
Like stories on the wall
No, I ain’t who I was
But I ain’t afraid to bloom
Even in November
I’ll be singing in this room

It’s spring in autumn, babe
And I’m letting go with grace
Planted something sacred
In this slow and quiet place
It’s not about perfection
Just the courage to begin
It’s spring in autumn, babe
Let the new life in
Let the new life in

Let the new life in...
Let the new life in...
...Spring in autumn.