she is boarding up the windows

while I’m pacing back and forth

she’s grown tired of the workload

long shadows paint the floors

Autumn is on the phone now

and her voice is soft as the wind

Autumn lives on the outskirts of town

she’s always rolling out and rolling in again

rolling out and rolling in again

now I’m wandering the aisles

shopping for the perfect words

there’s no extra point for style

she says that would be absurd

Autumn is on the phone now

and her voice is like a whisper ‘cross the land

Autumn drinks her tea down at the corner

she’s always rolling out and rolling in again

rolling out and rolling in again

there are wheat fields out in Kansas

they roll like ocean waves of gold

the mountains rise up in the distance

as Colorado calls her home

she’s always rolling out and rolling in, rolling out and rolling in, rolling out and rolling in, rolling out and rolling in, rolling out and rolling in and rolling out and rolling in and rolling out and rolling in again

Autumn is by the shore now

and her voice is the song on the wind

and just like the tide she watches breaking on the sand

she’s always rolling out and rolling in again

rolling out and rolling in again

rolling out and rolling in again

rolling out and rolling in again