Not Ever Coming Home

It was the shortest day of autumn
Until the moment that I caught on
That it hurts to be forgottenI was so scared to try to kiss you
Now we were scared he'd finally missed you
But you're very fine, a bit usedBut it's not fair
That your love should move so slow
Like the faintest starlight's glow
Which moves swiftly, oh I know
It's just got oh so far to go.So I sent some letters to her
But they missed and went right through her
Though I couldn't find them truer.