In the Crisp Late Autumn Air
I see the streets and I
I see the leaves falling
I feel the crisp
Late autumn air
I think I see the possibilities
All still out there
In the crisp
Late autumn air
Before the dreams were broken
And all the foolish words were spoken
Before the crazy
Had lost its youthful shine
And you were still mine
You were still mine
You were still mine
Saddle up Strike a light
Make a plan Get a job
Get a life
Write a letter to The President
Get your name put on a list
Do you think it's always gonna be like this
Do you think it's always gonna be like this
I see the blue sky
With a clear mind
And I breathe
Just for a second
I might even believe
Before the dreams were broken
And all the foolish words were spoken
Before the crazy
Had lost its youthful shine
And you were still mine
You were still mine
You were still mine
Saddle up Strike a light
Make a plan Get a job
Get a life
Write a letter to The President
Get your name put on a list
Do you think it's always gonna be like this
Do you think it's always gonna be like this
I see the streets and I
I see the leaves falling
I feel the crisp
Late autumn air
I think I see the possibilities
All still out there
In the crisp
Late autumn air
I see the leaves falling
I feel the crisp
Late autumn air
I think I see the possibilities
All still out there
In the crisp
Late autumn air
Before the dreams were broken
And all the foolish words were spoken
Before the crazy
Had lost its youthful shine
And you were still mine
You were still mine
You were still mine
Saddle up Strike a light
Make a plan Get a job
Get a life
Write a letter to The President
Get your name put on a list
Do you think it's always gonna be like this
Do you think it's always gonna be like this
I see the blue sky
With a clear mind
And I breathe
Just for a second
I might even believe
Before the dreams were broken
And all the foolish words were spoken
Before the crazy
Had lost its youthful shine
And you were still mine
You were still mine
You were still mine
Saddle up Strike a light
Make a plan Get a job
Get a life
Write a letter to The President
Get your name put on a list
Do you think it's always gonna be like this
Do you think it's always gonna be like this
I see the streets and I
I see the leaves falling
I feel the crisp
Late autumn air
I think I see the possibilities
All still out there
In the crisp
Late autumn air
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