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
