(Red Lane). . I hear the echo of your footsteps. They're right in step with marching time. Since you've walked out of my life and out of my world Please walk on out of my mind..
I watch the wind blow brown leaves to the ground. And blow along the sidewalks of this town. I can see the wind as it blew her hair time and time again.
I hear the echo of your footsteps they're right in step with marching time. Since you've walked out of my life out of my world please walk on out of my mind.
The world needs a tune that it can hum, hum, hum, hum. The world needs a guitar that it can strum. World seeds a melody it can sing, sing, sing, sing.