halloween in new york

on the way home from london

eight weeks on tonight still

but all the other winter's i spent

she lived in a house

where mission street bends

she slept in a room

where i didn't feel welcome



leaves are turning brown

all over the ground

leaves make like paper

make like paper sounds



way back, back then

i considered you my best friend

but the last time i saw you

i knew i'd never see you again

you lived in a place

off the chamblee-dunwoody way

i took up his space

when they took your father away



leaves are turning round

all over the ground

leaves make like paper

make like paper sounds