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Summer's done, it's cool this fall.

Your home is snug, the windows tight.

Yet still the whispers tempt and call:

Walk away into the night.

Children dreaming down the hall,

lover next to you in bed.

You've got it made, you've done it all.

Escape into the night instead.

Treasures, trophies, they're in the bag.

You've played the game so cleverly.

Yet still the tiny voices nag,

Is this the you you thought you'd be?

Tick tock, tick tock, it never stops.

The sands of time are running out.

The wine is drunk, no more sweet drops.

What's this short life all about?

Take one last look at kids and spouse,

slide your clothing off the rack.

Quiet, don't wake up the house.

Close the door and don't look back.