Here She Goes

Autumn sadness, all around me
 Falling to the ground, like a misty morning breeze
 I guess her heart turned, like the trees have
 And the southern wind is telling her to leave
 Oh, woah, it's getting cold
 And I know it's gonna take my soul, when she goes
 When she goes
 It's been years since I've seen her happy
 I lost her trust with every one thing I did wrong
 I can't say that, I can blame her
 If I were honest, I would say she stayed too long
 Oh, woah, it's getting cold
 And I know she's gonna take my soul, when she goes
 Oh, when she goes
 I put on my Sunday jacket
 Go to the lawyer down on East Tom Bigby Street
 After so long, we've collected
 Long as she's happy, I think I'd do anything
 Oh, woah, it's going cold
 And I know, she's gonna take my soul, when she goes
 When she goes
 And here she goes