Cross the lonely parade
Your face turned away from the people who talk
One more night in the town
Has spun you around to the house in the dark
Autumn's coming in, yeah
Autumn's coming in, yeah
Voices in the park
Following us down to Vincent Street
Ghosts inside the yard
Rattling their balls and chains
There's a light in the dark
It doesn't seem far
Every night with the rain
Falling earlier again, I watch and I wait
Autumn's coming in, yeah
Autumn's coming in, yeah
Autumn's coming in for you
From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica