Album: Live at the Bulls Head
The leaves on the trees are turning a funny golden brown
I know I let you down
The sound of the air returning a gentle soft whisper
I wonder where you are
I'm following in the footsteps you gave me
And I'm wondering what to do
The summer is now disappearing
And sadly, so are you
I try to pretend that it's only the seasons going around
Again I play the clown
The sound of a storm slowly brewing reminding me of you
Again I play the fool
Then suddenly the sky opens up
And up above me the grey turns to blue
The summer is now disappearing
And sadly, so are you