Windchimes

The leaves are committing suicide One by one Re-collecting in the places We used to have most fun And the drive here was amazin' All the stories that were spun The heavy weight of dying things Seemed to outweigh the su n The irony of someone saying You should travel where you wanna go Well if I had the money, honey You'd think that I would know When you ate off silver plates New clothes not long ago Meet you for tennis if I could But you might have to go it alone Meet you for tennis if I could But you might have to go it alone Windchimes in the autumn-time Are somehow creepy now Why's it always change so much The context or the clouds Why's it gotta change so much The context or the clouds Tuesday at the chain restaurant Couldn't help but stop and stare Your wrinkles kind, your hands were wise I watched you eating there I'm sorry how you went that day You didn't deserve the pain Were it not for the tall cider in front of me My eyes would started to rain Windchimes in the autumn-time Are somehow creepy now Why's it always change so much The context or the clouds Why's it gotta change so much The context or the clouds Down the hill where the trees go tall I remember what was shared Not even the wisest oak tree knows How that car could be repaired I hope it found peace in solitude And that neighbor kids weren't rude 'Cause there's no shortage of joy ahead But ours are first world problems Windchimes in the autumn-time Are somehow creepy now Why's it always change so much The context or the clouds Why's it gotta change so much The context or the clouds Windchimes in the autumn-time Are somehow creepy now Why's it always change so much The context or the clouds Why's it gotta change so much The context or the clouds