genre: Acoustic Rock
As I shuffle through the fallen Autumn Leaves,
My mind wanders back to where you were.
I walk pass a cemetery, a lonely widow grieves,
A chill wind blows and I feel the same as her.
We lose, we win, cant find a place to begin again.
Time heals, they say, you ain’t always gonna’ feel this way.
I hope it’s true, cant ever see me forgetting you,
So what is a lonely soul supposed to do.
Make my way ,down another grey city street,
Black clouds reflected in the glass and steel there.
And as the rain falls, the puddles form beneath my feet,
And I feel just like James Dean in Times Square.
Might as well go home, and watch reality TV,
Because nothing out here seems like it’s real to me.
Thinking as the darkness falls, why did you set me free,
And just like the widow I wonder , what future can there be.
(Music and Lyrics by Mark Ellis. Copyright 2006.)