all the leaves are turning
& the fields are clear
there's a fire burning
i wish you were here

pretty one more time
pretty one more time
before we're down the line
pretty one more time

& the light is raining
from a midwest sky
i'm all through explaining
goodbye to goodbye

it's getting dark so early
i walked all afternoon
all i see so clearly
will be gone so soon

& a dim light beckons
from a roadside bar
i'll stop in i reckon
i have already come this far

find a place by the window
i've been here before
babe don't be a no-show
come on through that door

i'll write you a letter
i know you feel the fall
things may not get better
but we can always stall