These leaves, they go from green to gold,
And are raked away when Autumn comes...
The boy and his band, they sang their song,
With just a guitar, 'cos they had no drums.
But these autumn leaves and 'wannabes'
Quickly travel from ‘now’ to ‘then’...
Like a distant dream, in another life...
And it starts to make you wonder when...
When did we stop living our lives...
And start dying slowly inside?
And where's that pretty blue-eyed girl,
That I was sure would be my bride?
Nowadays, your smile, like mine,
Doesn't reach your eyes,
And the words we exchange are borrowed lines
From someone else's lies…
I think its time we took a walk,
Back to where we're from...
To "take it from the top" again,
In our brand new, old kingdom
Beneath the tree, where we used to be...
Just us and our guitars...
We'll sing away from dawn to dusk,
And sleep under the stars.
Follow me...
You used to play those songs we sang,
But did they pay you for that gig you did?
Someone told me that you sold your six-string
To the drunkard with the highest bid.
It hurts to see us like this now,
Much more than that black-eye I got...
When I walked up to her with a withered rose,
And told her what I really thought! ;-)
But, when did we stop living our dreams...
And start dying slowly inside?
And where's that "happy place" we had,
Where we'd run away and hide?
Meanwhile, the clocks just kept on ticking;
Times have changed and so have we;
And its a tug-of-war between myself
And who I used to be...
I think its time we took a walk,
Back to where we're from...
To "take it from the top" again,
In our brand new, old kingdom
Beneath the tree, where we used to be...
Just us and our guitars...
We'll sing away from dawn to dusk,
And sleep under the stars.
Follow me...
