Cross the lonely parade   Your face turned away   From the people who talk   One more night in the town   I spun you around   To the house in the dark      Autumn's coming in the air   Autumn's coming in the air      Voices in the park   Following us down to Vinson Street   Ghosts inside the yard   Rattling their balls and chains   There's a light in the dark   Lord, it doesn't seem far   Every night with the rain   Falling earlier again   I watch and I wait      Autumn's coming in the air   Autumn's coming in the air      From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica   From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica      Autumn's coming in the air   Autumn's coming in, for you