From Brighton Beach To Santa Monica

Cross the lonely parade
 Your face turned away from the people who talk
 One more night in the town
 Has spun you around to the house in the dark
 Autumn's coming in, yeah
 Autumn's coming in, yeah
 Voices in the park
 Following us down to Vincent Street
 Ghosts inside the yard
 Rattling their balls and chains
 There's a light in the dark
 It doesn't seem far
 Every night with the rain
 Falling earlier again, I watch and I wait
 Autumn's coming in, yeah
 Autumn's coming in, yeah
 Autumn's coming in for you
 From Brighton beach to Santa Monica