The leaves aren't on their trees, anymore
You went and took the boat, left behind an oar
What good is a map, with a hundred thousand roads
When all those little lines seem to lead away from home
I'll be sitting at the railway a drink or two
First will be for you, the second one for you
Go on ramblin' man, find your way
I'll be sittin' here letting good love go to waist
The trees may never hold their leaves again
They had to let em' go, blowin' in the wind
Autumn is the time when good things end
I just hope they all come back around the bend
I'll be sitting at the railway a drink or two
First will be for you, the second one for you
go on ramblin' man, find your way
I'll be sittin' here letting good love go to waist
You took me to the lake in early spring
I knew from the beginin', with you there'd be no ring
I've got the oar you left for me to keep
But that wont get me through where the waters deep
I'll be sitting at the railway a drink or two
First will be for you, the second one for you
go on ramblin' man, find your way
I'll be sittin' here letting good love go to waist
