on a rainy monday, I feel it inside of me.

-(shiny toy guns)

Well i'm off chasing my own dreams

You can tell by the wind, by fresh cut wood, all stacked to dry, that autumn's here

I think that ghosts like the cooler weather....

When leaves turn colour they get togther....

...And walk along ways these old back roads where no one lives and no one goes

Autumn's here.