Here She Goes

Autumn sadness, all around me Falling to the ground, like a misty morning breeze I guess her heart turned, like the trees have And the southern wind is telling her to leave Oh, woah, it's getting cold And I know it's gonna take my soul, when she goes When she goes It's been years since I've seen her happy I lost her trust with every one thing I did wrong I can't say that, I can blame her If I were honest, I would say she stayed too long Oh, woah, it's getting cold And I know she's gonna take my soul, when she goes Oh, when she goes I put on my Sunday jacket Go to the lawyer down on East Tom Bigby Street After so long, we've collected Long as she's happy, I think I'd do anything Oh, woah, it's going cold And I know, she's gonna take my soul, when she goes When she goes And here she goes