The day was made of oven doors
But evening's on its way
The kitchen ticks as it cools down
The clock sighs on the wall
The last hot hour is packing up
Its heavy summer shawl
The sun that pressed so hard all day
Is letting go at last
The sun won't strike me anymore
The evening's taking care
The first cool breath through the back door
Is answering my prayer
I pin my hair up off my neck
And fan my dress out wide
The garden's turning silver-green
And calling me outside
The thermometer is climbing down
Like someone coming home
The sun won't strike me anymore
The evening's taking care
The first cool breath through the back door
Is answering my prayer
The porch boards tick, the roses lift
Their heads up one by one
The whole street opens screen doors wide
To let the evening run
Mmm... mmm... mmm
The sun won't strike me anymore
The evening's taking care
The first cool breath through the back door
Is answering my prayer
The sun won't strike me anymore
The evening's taking care
The first cool breath through the back door
Is answering my prayer
The day was made of oven doors
I'm closing every one
