I got to put some things in the ground Even with this season coming around It's green's last gasp And leaves brown And autumn days are winding down I got to get it out of my head And make good on some things i've said In case you overheard my plans And find me out as the talker that I am But holidays are made for reading And remembering things that are worth repeating In the clatter of the afternoon In the sunlight that is left We can make a list of things to forget Maybe the drive was a little too long Can we pull over to the shoulder so I can write this song The carpet they laid out is a grey shade of red Road work ahead That's what we said But holidays are made for reading And remembering things that are worth repeating In the clatter of the afternoon In the sunlight that is left We can make a list of things To forget the false starts And the loose strings The feelings of regret that ring On a day when you haven't done much of anything