You came up the stairs With a basket of cares But I mistook for the wash You said you were busy Just doing household things And I never knew What kind of sadness this things could bring You seemed so sure of yourself You seemed short on time And I never knew There were more than chores on your mind I might've done things differently I might've taken your hand To say I know it's been hard on you But I just up and mend You hung the sheets on the clothesline To let them dry in the sunshine Just like the tears that dry off my face In the September breeze that God has made For days like these When I can't stop thinking of you Weary is the mind That occupies its time Trying to form a good impression On someone else's life I found your note beneath the trees Investigating the weeds That forced themselves upon What might have been a lovely scene As I prepare to drive away I thought I heard you say Oh my baby, don't you go So I turn right around But all I saw was your frown That I misread for saying You let me down And you hang the sheets on the clothesline To let them dry in the sunshine Just like the tears that dry off my face In a September breeze that God has made For days like these When I can't stop thinking of you And you hang the sheets on the clothesline To let them dry in the sunshine Just like the tears that dry off my face In a September breeze that God has made For days like these When I can't stop thinking of you