Reflections

Dull and gray streets, They will meet me again When I get out For a walk. Autumn is here, Painting browns and reds, splatters bright Leaves on the ground. And again, Thinking of you Drives me away from this road. Cold autumn wind, it is grasping my heart. When I'm alone, I feel low. Then your smile makes me fly, Getting high and high Above. Autumn is here, Painting browns and reds, Splatters bright leaves on the ground. Cold autumn wind, It is grasping my heart. When I'm alone, I feel low. Dull and gray streets, they will meet me again When I get out for a walk. Autumn is here, painting browns and reds, Splatters bright leaves on the ground. Cold autumn wind, It is grasping my heart. When I'm alone, I feel low. Dull and gray streets, They will meet me again When I get out For a walk. Autumn is here, painting browns and reds, Splatters bright leaves on the ground. And again, Thinking of you Drives me away From this road. Cold autumn wind, It is grasping my heart. When I'm alone, I feel low. Then your smile makes me fly, Getting high and high Above.