The tom cats and the babies
Are howling at the moon
The days are too short
And the nights come too soon
There's cold in the future
There's rain in the wind
Nobody's outside
There's a storm coming in
All the leaves have left
The carnivals gone
The neighbors have quit
Trying to spruce up their lawns
Storm windows are up
Sun flowers are dead
The pumpkins are done
There's geese overhead
And the hills they turned yellow
They turned red they turned sad
And everybody's talking
About the summer they had
And that car that you fixed
Well it broke down again
And I know that the world's
Never gonna feel quite the same
It's a done deal it's over
It's faded to black
You're turnin' your key
And you're not coming back