The grass is always greener   As I'm sure that you've found   And if I find my way back on the last leg of this trip   I'm betting I'm finding you there      As long as it's constantly changing   As long as it's constantly sound   There's no sense of impending danger      There's no sense in hanging around for the winter   If I'm not going to be in your arms wrapped around me   What have I got if you're there?      We'll be home in December   The leaves don't fall from the trees   As long as you remember you are always with me      We'll be home in December   The leaves don't fall from the trees   As long as you remember you are always with me      It's not my place to find it   Not something that I get to choose   Don't be scared 'cause you're not something I'm willing to lose      And I'll bet you find it in the last place you look   And I'll bet you find it in the last place you look