Drifting

Harry Connick, Jr.

I see your eyes drifting, drifting 
I'm really not that naive 
You wear a smile but it's drifting, drifting 
While I wear my heart on my sleeve 
I feel your coldness against my skin 
I know what follows the autumn wind 
And though you say your heart isn't drifting, drifting 
The words simply don't ring true 
You're drifting and I'm losing you