Fall

Hide your horses, hold your tongue

Hang the rich and spare the young

Who drained the spirits from the jars?

Hop the fences, steal the cars?

Run and fumes and from the north

And burn for us right through the fall

All the ladies call your name

Brush your hair like it could be tamed

Hitch their dresses past the knees

Spilling to the floor like ease

They swing the bridges one and more

And burn for us right through the fall

All our running ahead, all our running ahead

All our running ahead

And we'll seize the captain's wheel

A mutiny we've gone to feel

When will our aim's gone from view?

With everything we thought to do

Oh, the devil won't have me

I wonder who will, I wonder who will

All our running is a crawl

And burns for us right through the fall

All our running ahead, all our running ahead

All our running ahead

All our running, all our running

All our running, all our running