Orange and gold October leaves take me back to you and me
When I was nothing but a name on a phone
You'd laugh if you could hear me talking about my fortune dreams
But I dreamed I held your hand and I didn't let go
Oh oh

Well I don't know what the next life holds
When we're withered down to dust and bones
There are things you can't take with you when you go
But I hope that this ain't one of those

Marched into the mountain mist and it smelled like rain the night we kissed
We were playing down the moments just for show
To young to care, too old to quit, dancing on the Nashville bridge
We were talking about forever like we'd know
Oh oh

Well I don't know what the next life holds
When we're withered down to dust and bones
There are things you can't take with you when you go
But I hope that this ain't one of those

And when there's nothing left in this old town
And the whole wild world has been torn down
And we're sleeping hard inside the ground
Well I hope that I'll be sleeping next to you

Well I don't know what the next life holds
When we're withered down to dust and bones
There are things you can't take with you when you go
But I hope that this ain't one of those

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