My first autmn away from home Since I went away for good No winter boots no farms nor feilds No cider no frozen water wheels Theres metal things on grassy feilds Theres falling leaves in my hair No driving to storm king this year I give instead my Eastern appeal We lived in the East while the world was asleep We counted our days till the orange and red leaves We drove through the plains to a place with no snow We conquered our dreams and made sure to make more