Make Like Paper

Halloween in New York
On the way home from London
Eight weeks on tonight still
But all the other winters I spent

She lived in a house
Where Mission Street bends
She slept in a room

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 of 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