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