Something Going 'Round

The wind it is howling Like dogs in the evening I have nothing To be feeling And nothing to say It's just me and my own time That just rolls by Don't recognise my face Don't know my name I think it was autumn I think it was an autumn day I write To you, some kind of Confucius Do you think I am useless? If I don't make a sound? My body feels empty As I run up the high street And I think about begging For tobacco, and time I think it was autumn I think it was an autumn day You think you know me like a folk song Or a book that you read once Like John Henry's hammer Or something going 'round Instead, look To the eagle Something so simple That took a change in the wind And lifted up off the ground I think it was autumn I think it was an autumn day I think It was autumn I left you On an autumn day