Red House Painters Make Like Paper
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