She disappeared across the board walk
She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes
She knows she gets away with murder
Swallows up your heart of gold
And I don't know just where we've got to go

Woah-oh
Oh, whoa-oh

This sound is giving for the postman
Another one that's feeling under orange skies
The summer sleeps in time for autumn
Sticking down your leaves on grass
And I don't know just where we've got to go

Woah-oh
Oh, whoa-oh