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