If what would be will be I must be stupid to believe We can always do more, We can always do more. If what would come will come Is there any use having downs? Are we ever enough? Are we ever enough? If you feel like coming home The birches still hanging love But the shadows getting longer Each day you're close If you feel like coming back And love is the same as when you left Only the memories gets stronger Each day you're gone If were in someone else's hands Isn't is pointless to pretend Was there really a chance, Was there really a chance? It's all carefully arranged It's as familiar, as it's strange, Do we ever let go? Do we ever let go? Leaves, they fall