Forty Five Degrees Another day in late September Trembling gold and the weather’s mild A rusted car someone’s abandoned Hobbled leafs and decaying miles {Chorus} And I’m smiling to myself Waving with my free hand Coasting down a slope At forty five degrees {Chorus} I think I’ll buy a motorcycle Find a place to be alone It’s strange to see all of these places And never really get to find your own I witnessed sermons in the half light Muted tones and glowing skin I packed up a bag of bones and ashes Some leave off where I begin