Autumn Letter

When I read her autumn letter

I could sail right through the grapes of wrath

And the wind that presided over

The little gold leaf on my path

I was born then and surrounded by the flash

When our callow youthful forsakes us

We’ll be left out in the hail

And our hungry souls will cast us on the trail

On the trail

Panic shouts out

Pity drowns out

Mercy wins out in the end

Sail right through the grapes of wrath

When I read her autumn letter

Heading west on 444

I could fly there and could die there

On the shore

On the shore

Panic shouts out

Pity drowns out

Mercy wins out in the end

Panic shouts out

Pity drowns out

Mercy wins out in the end

Panic shouts out (panic shouts out)

Pity drowns out (pity drowns out)

But mercy wins out in the end

In the end

In the end