"Smell the burning leaves in autumn driveways.
We'll be out on the road to way past supper
and leave the lamp lit low beside the window
if you can mop up a waterfall.

'Cause I'll lead you until morning.
please be here until the morning,
hold my hand until the morning
brings the light of day to our eyes

Just hop a train, you hate to fly.
Come see the pictures of my eyes.
You want to laugh, I want to cry, cry, cry, cry."