AUTUMN BOY
STANDING IN THE SUNDAY RAIN,
CLIMBS A HILL,
WATCHES STARLINGS
FLYING HOME AGAIN.
AUTUMN BOY
GOT WINTER IN HIS EYES,
BUT THERE´S LOVE UNDERNEATH
THAT COLD BLUE SKY.
WATCH THAT BOY,
´CAUSE HE´S BURNING UP INSIDE,
HE´S SEEN HIS TOWN
FADE AWAY AND SLOWLY DIE.
ONCE THAT BOY
TRIED TO HITCH A RIDE,
LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND,
FORGET THE PAIN INSIDE.
IT´S NOT THAT HE´S
GROWING OLD,
OR FEELING THE CHANGE,
HE WANTS TO KICK IT ALL DOWN,
AND BUILD IT UP AGAIN.
(Instrumental)
HE LOOKS AT
HIS FATHERS´S HANDS,
ALL DUSTY AND GREY,
HE LOOKS AT
HIS MOTHER´S EYES
THAT HIDE FROM THE DAY.
AUTUMN BOY...
(instrumental)
STANDING IN THE SUNDAY RAIN,
CLIMBS A HILL,
WATCHES STARLINGS
FLYING HOME AGAIN.
AUTUMN BOY
GOT WINTER IN HIS EYES,
BUT THERE´S LOVE UNDERNEATH
THAT COLD BLUE SKY.
WATCH THAT BOY,
´CAUSE HE´S BURNING UP INSIDE,
HE´S SEEN HIS TOWN
FADE AWAY AND SLOWLY DIE.
ONCE THAT BOY
TRIED TO HITCH A RIDE,
LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND,
FORGET THE PAIN INSIDE.
IT´S NOT THAT HE´S
GROWING OLD,
OR FEELING THE CHANGE,
HE WANTS TO KICK IT ALL DOWN,
AND BUILD IT UP AGAIN.
(Instrumental)
HE LOOKS AT
HIS FATHERS´S HANDS,
ALL DUSTY AND GREY,
HE LOOKS AT
HIS MOTHER´S EYES
THAT HIDE FROM THE DAY.
AUTUMN BOY...
(instrumental)