a Sunday when I'm gone That keeps me turning home I'm standin' here beneath these billboard lights Takes me back to those autumn nights Hometown bleachers
Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls Soaking it all in Then we go hit the mall Even though we ain't balling Feels like we bought it all The mistletoe
in-it will remain here for so long For so long.... Into the stone the past is writ Summers of love fade into autumns of regret Nothing but that dream late
so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire Something that would make me never want another Something that would make it so that nothing matters All would
Half past twelve and I'm watchin' The late show in my flat all alone How I hate to spend the evenin' on my own Autumn winds blowing outside the window
if she could get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat And she drops what she's doing And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late But she
agenda Give up the great pretender With baby eyes of green Wake up you're holding on to nothing You know you're only bluffing As dead as autumn leaves
get away and meet me And maybe we could grab a bite to eat And she drops what she's doin' And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late But she
started writing You're good and you're brave What a father that you'll be someday Make it home, make it safe She wrote every night as she prayed Late
It's a late, cool, autumn evening And the sunset melts into night With a V-twin throbbing beneath me And my head is spinning alright Well, Ritchie and
The soil splits, Greenwood's ground will quake beneath me And so shall take into the earth To the green light, to the green light Baby, baby, baby The autumn
and painful death ends faster than the eye can see Taking your last breath feels like eternity Catching a cool breeze across a late summer lake Feel the chill of autumn
I think I lent you late, now every sick person Seemed to come my way But I've never seen the scarlet Or a riot or the violence of you I am the autumn
you How you love and a halo surrounds you Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie In the Autumn cool, say cheerio to school Listen dear, I've been watching you lately
Half past twelve And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone How I hate to spend the evening on my own Autumn winds Blowing outside my window