G        F
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