halloween in new york  on the way home from london  eight weeks on tonight still  but all the other winter's i spent  she lived in a house  where mission street bends  she slept in a room  where i didn't feel welcome  leaves are turning brown  all over the ground  leaves make like paper  make like paper sounds  way back, back then  i considered you my best friend  but the last time i saw you  i knew i'd never see you again  you lived in a place  off the chamblee-dunwoody way  i took up his space  when they took your father away  leaves are turning round  all over the ground  leaves make like paper  make like paper sounds