Sometimes its hard to turn that page To force yourself to change And all the things you are the autumn fades The autumn fades, it fades away Step in, step outside Into the chamber of tranquil sounds The days shorten and call the tide Of vibrantly colored ground The carving left in the bark Remains through the season’s change Defiantly retains the heart That fortune has led astray All things nice it seems Find their way into decay A quiet home sets the scene Of another empty day The low set of orange-lit dusk Signals the night’s reform To me its all dull and dust Cause I've seen it all before Once the pieces fall Fall right into place I don't have, it seems, my own space Buried underneath One thousand feet Of rust-colored leaves My own grave