Come on over Throw a jacket over your shoulder Dream a while What more can I say Maybe it's not your day But the leaves of golden brown Are gonna fall away Vows are broken Rain falls in the ocean Friendships die Or occupy a space In a fabricated place Look for easy answers in a stranger's face Love's a second language to you Connection turns the black to blue Stars fall into disarray When you wander out of frame And the cold wind blows Scattering leaves across the ground: It makes a pretty lonesome sound Come on over Throw a jacket over your shoulder Dream a while What more can I say Maybe it's not your day But the leaves of golden brown Are gonna fall away Driving through the pines and birches Past the Pentecostal churches Another heart in disrepair Looking for a life to share And the cold wind blows Scattering leaves across the ground: It makes a pretty lonesome sound