Autumn's in the Air

Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise

The colors in the trees,

Are now in my eyes

Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise

And the colors in the trees,

Are now in my eyes

I walk among the leaves, of days not yet to pass

My reflection in the stream,

Made of mirror glass

I feel the hour-glass fill, with memories of sand

They pour into my heart,

What once was in my hand

And the wind begins to trace, the many lives

I've tried to paint

Brushing back the tears,

Across the canvas of my face

Autumn's in the air, as parts of me erase

One by one they disappear,

Like bicycles left chained

Yeah autumn's in the air, and much to my surprise

A world I thought was black and white,

Turns to watercolor sky

Autumn's in the air, the sun is in my eyes

I guess this must be what it's like,

To be in beatle George's mind

Every now and then, when no one else is around

I find myself among the leaves,

Falling on the ground

Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise

And now the color of the trees,

Is the color of my eyes