Autumn

Swiss army knife resting next to the tree
You had carved both our names in the roots of the evergreen
Summer fades bringing September wind
Full of wine, warm coats, brown leaves and fading tans

So bring me home to the autumn leaves
Back roads, black suits and a wedding in my family
I'm sick of the palm trees that I see
I wasn't angry
I kept the things that you gave to me...

Black winter hat resting next to the door
And the look on my face is what you're looking for
Summer fades bringing the hickory wind
Full of smoke, old friends, old jokes and a warm bed

So bring me home to the autumn leaves
Back roads, black suits and a wedding in my family
I'm sick of the palm trees that I see
I wasn't angry
I kept the things that you gave to me
And maybe it's alright
That we keep our separate lives

You and I have fallen out
We don't know what to talk about
The beauty of the dying tree
Is really what I need

I wasn't angry
I kept the things that you gave to me
And maybe it's alright
That we both keep our separate lives

I wasn't angry
I wasn't angry...