I'd Rather Be Lost

Falling leaves answer the night's desire to not be alone

The wind blows

Takes me along to places I wish I could go

Places I wish I could goAutumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravel-stone road

I listen close

Hearing a voice

Telling me that I should go

Telling me that I should goCause a rolling stone

That does not roam

Will start to loose its roll

And I'd rather be lostI grab a coat and open the door

Leaving the fire behind

I let the wind drift me along to places I hope that I find

Places I hope that I findCause a rolling stone

That does not roam

Will start to loose its roll

And I'd rather be lostI'd rather be lost

I will gather no moss hereA rolling stone

That does not roam

Will start to loose it's roll

And I'd rather be lost