The sky is baby blue, turning pink around the edges
The sun is headin' west over the wildwood hedges
The nights are getting long and they turn a little colder
All the birds are flyin' south and my moves is getting' bolder
They said the summer's over but the Indians all knew
It's comin' round again and I'm comin' back for you
Sometimes you're runnin' dry but you gotta go on livin'
And all you got to give are the gifts that you were given
You're turning out your pockets waitin' at the station
You want to get on board but you ain't got no reservation
I rode that train without you and the lonely whistle blew