Back in the day on the 89th Driving to the south heading for the pines Down in the valley the sun will set Riding along the mystic river bed Pa**ing by cla**ic cars Green eyes and nightfall stars Wooden barns and winding wheels Southbound to Orderville So far from home The leaves begin to fall From the trees who knew it all That we gonna burn, we gonna crash Can't you see it dead ahead, the end of the road And the wind begins to blow Back in the day 7th street in New York Walking through the rain, moving through the fog Your washed-up jeans and pumpkin smile You always loved halloween nights So far from home The leaves begin to fall From the trees who knew it all That we gonna burn, we gonna crash Can't you see it dead ahead, it's coming close To laugh it off and let it go And the wind begins to blow