Old leaves fall to ground such a heavy sound
For weeks mother won't speak of might be true
And dear I send you letters, still no reply
All these things you say baby
Make me feel this way
And I don't know that this will change, maybe
Oh it might just change, anyway
Your wife the grief overnight
Turned her dark hair white
And the draft through the cracks in the floor
Brought another fall
All these things you say baby
Make me feel this way
And I don't know that this will change, maybe
oh it might just change anyway
Your lost
Your lost to the birds