Well I
Lowered the flag and broke in my back
Gave up singing to hum
And went away to the forest to fall
Where everything's called to be born again
Oh, the autumn leaves, saw them sweep the sky
For a holy unsentimental smile
Thought that mother nature had smiled on me
Come to find out she's always showing her teeth
Cut from the low lands, back to the old plan
Well I'm
Scattered and close, and heavily dosed
By my ego so much
I saw again, how you can steady your hand
But a shadow still lands on anything you touch
All the autumn leaves don't shake at all
Once they give up on the branch they hold
Yeah there's nothing wrong with a quiver I guess
Pretty soon you're gonna have to get on with it
Off with the old skin, back to the medicine
Late small minutes that I haven't given up
Yeah you cut from the low lands, back to the old plan
Spend my minutes while I can just telling you
That if your watching me all night almost fall
My late small minutes that I haven't given up