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