maybe summer days turn to fall to remind us of our seasons on the wall
sharing secrets codes, the eyes that wrote "i don't want to have to go home"

write it on your sleeve and wear it well when winter comes
though the boats might leave, i'm never going like you want..

maybe autumn leaves fall from trees to give us something to believe
passing turnarounds, like it or not, i'm alone now and it's everything i've got.