by Marc Shaiman



I see your eyes drifting, drifting



I'm really not that naïve



You wear a smile but it's drifting, drifting



While I wear my heart on my sleeve



I feel your coldness against my skin



I know what follows the autumn wind



And though you say your heart isn't drifting, drifting



The words simply don't ring true



You're drifting and I'm losing you