You Have Your Way

You have your way Of turning the air autumn around me You have your way You have your way Of turning the air autumn around me Pock marks my day Pock marks my day You have your way Of standing in the doorway Invitingly, what can I say? You have your way You have your way Of standing in the doorway Invitingly, what can I say? You have your way If ours was a flame And you turned me out What would I say You have your way And the drum turns And the prairie girls wade out And the leaves will Surely bury the sound And the drum turns And the prairie girls wade out And the leaves will Surely bury the sound You have your way Of standing in the doorway Invitingly, what can I say? You have your way You have your way Of turning the air autumn around me What can I say? Pock marks my day Pock marks my day If ours was a flame And you turned me out What would I say? You have your way And the drum turns And the prairie girls wade out And the leaves will Surely bury the sound And the drum turns And the prairie girls wade out And the leaves will Surely bury the sound