Seasons change with whispered sounds
Golden afternoons of leaves coming down
On the quiet streets of our hometown
Autumn skies have clearer blues
Every evening fades in woodsmoke hues
With shades of the simple days we knew
Making sense of our lives
Seemed easier beneath those prairie harvest skies
Every Fall leads us here
Starting all over again in the real New Year
This cold air opens my eyes
In the wake of another hot summertime
And at all once I recall
I've always come back to life in the Fall
Autumn takes us back twelve years
To a time of endless new frontiers
Before our hopes gave way to our fears
But the winter came too fast
Suddenly our present became our past
Those golden autumn days couldn't last
Making sense of our lives
Feels easier beneath October harvest skies
Every Fall leads us here
Starting all over again in the real New Year
This cold air opens my eyes
In the wake of another hot summertime
And all at once I recall
I've always come back to life in the Fall
This cold air opens our eyes
In the wake of another hot summertime
We'll be okay after all
When we come back to life in the Fall
And the seasons change so fast
All at once your present becomes your past
Those golden autumn days never last