all the leaves are turning yellow, red and brown
soon they'll be scattered as they tumble down
although they may be swept up so invitingly
i never did what i was told
i trampled though the amber and the burnished gold
but now i clearly see how cruel the young can be
you can convince yourself of anything
if you wish both hard and long
and i believed that life was wonderful
right up to the moment when love went wrong
i gaze up at the tree-tops and laugh
i need somebody to shake me loose
i want to know what happens next
'til i don't care at all
there i go
beginning to fall |