It's the loudest sound; When the heart knows what it wants and makes it known. So, I'm leaving this town Because it's the season that changes all things into Gold. But who am I to leave Oregon When the rearview facing West holds all I love And before me is October, Where I might become my own fall, But might never know my cards until I call? Deep in the Lion's Den I've noticed Autumn holds a difference in the East; Made up of different reds. That color is bold, but just a lonely shade of dream. So, who was I to leave Oregon When the rearview facing West held all I loved And before me was October, Where I might become my own fall, But might never know my cards until I call? This is my loudest sound And it's meant for no one But my loved ones in the West. I'll aim to make you proud On a southern stage, Lit by the lights, doing what I do best. So, who was I to leave Oregon When the rearview facing West held all I loved And before me was October, Where I might become my own fall, But might never know my cards until I call?