As the waves they hit the shoreline
And the skies are turning grey
I wander through the empty fairground
Broken music box it plays
Autumn has come
The leaves reflect the colour of my mood
Golden days are gone
There's nothing left for me to say to you
Autumn has come
I spend the evening chasing shadows
I drink to things I can't recall
The picture house plays films at midnight
Buster Keaton takes a fall
Autumn has come
The leaves reflect the colour of my mood
Golden days are gone
There's nothing left for me to say to you
Autumn has come
I see the boats docked in the harbour
The wind is whistling out of tune
I ride the ghost train 'til the morning
And hope it takes me back to you
Autumn has come
The leaves reflect the colour of my mood
Golden days are gone
The seasons seems to change much too soon
Autumn has come
Autumn has come
