The autumn leaves. Me here without a tooth. You've given me the shaft. My friend's car's breaking down. And I've got no ride home. . And I'm left out.
Pa, parara, papa, pararara. Pa, parara, papa, pararara. Papa, parara, papa, pararara. . Sixty eight at twenty one. The girl has risen with the sun. It's a white paint mornin' now.
The evenin' light still pale. I went out to the mail. My movements like a snail. . Apologies from a friend. I'm spread out so thin. It's time to start again.