Lyrics
Autumn is here and I’m lying in my room
With nobody around me but the starlings in my roof
I think of a drink—just the one and then I’m through
I suppose not even I believe that’s true
Another waste of time
Yet I’ll
See you by the riverside
Where the cilia lines and traps
Your dreams
Winter is here and the SAD envelopes town
Through looming vaults and glass facades that Portland wraps around
A stroll through the City—the streets where I belong
But it’s lonely in between the madding throng
Another waste of time
Yet I’ll
See you by the riverside
Where the cilia lines and traps
Your dreams
Same old pain
Different day
Hope I find a church to pray
A lovely way to spend the afternoon