You, in your southern way
You seemed to me like a star
That had fallen far too far
And the days we had are days
That belong now, to the wind

Sunday night and I
I thought to change my ways
You and I, my friend
Bound in stateless grace
But the dust from the night before
Lay settled all around

As I wander through the park
Thinking to myself
My pity drives me to laughter
As I wonder how and why
The day has left its mark
All the leaves fall from the trees