the gra** is always greener as i'm sure that you've found if i find my way back on the last leg of this trip i'm betting i'm finding you there as long as it's constantly changing as long as it's constantly sound if there's no sense of impending danger there's no sense in hanging around for the winter if i'm not gonna be in your arms around me... what have i got if you're there? we'll behome in December the leaves don't fall from the trees as long as you remember you are always with me it's not my place to find it not something that i get to choose don't be scared 'cause you're not something i'm willing to lose i'll bet you find it in the last place you look