Halloween in New York
On the way home from London
Eight weeks on tonight still
But all the other winter's I spentShe lived in a house
Where Mission Street bends
She slept in a room
Where I didn't feel welcomeLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper soundsWay back, back then
I considered you my best friend
But the last time I saw you
I knew I'd never see you againYou lived in a place
Off the Chamblee-Dunwoody way
I took up his space
When they took your father awayLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper soundsLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper soundsLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper soundsLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper soundsLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper soundsLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper soundsLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper soundsLeaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper sounds