My first autumn away from home. Since I went away for good.
No winter boots. No farms nor fields. No cider, no frozen water wheels.
There’s metal things on grassy fields. There’s falling leaves in my hair. No driving to storm king this year. I give instead my Eastern appeal.
We lived in the east while the world was asleep. We counted our days till the orange and red leaves. We drove through the plains to a place with no snow. We conquered our dreams and made sure to make more.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.