Leaves fall around us We come kick a few It's the least that we can do Signs are upon us We were another [?] Once it only makes you new Warm and welcoming You are helping me come through Northeastern climate Knees by the fireplace There goes dim light shining through Sunset like rough cold Up to the mob we go It's the least that we can do There's a traffic jam ahead All the taillights glowing red Out on over passers We are the last of them Please just keep moving Continue to drive home There is nothing left to see Follow the yellow Follow the white lines too It's wide open there for you Warm and welcoming You are helping me come through There's a traffic jam ahead All the taillights glowing red Out on over passers We are the last of them