The days of fallen leaves are almost done
The trees have changed their stories more than once
The months are measured by their daylight
Seasons give up without a fight
The stars don't show themselves here much at night
So we wish upon the office building lights
Downtown dreams don't always come true
Cathy, I don't think it's just you
And death has kept its promise once again
We're left behind to do the best we can
To make sense of this strange endeavor
When we go, we're gone forever