Old Tracks

Autumn winds were calling
And falling
We were out there on our own
With the winter still to come through

That town was bleak and run-down
And that old house
But we made it out alive
Lady Luck on our side again, ohh

And now when I breathe the spring air
I think of you and smile
Sometimes I think I'm waiting
For your return, your return

And every year I go back
To those old tracks
And I sit upon those stairs
But you never appear, do you?

And now when I breathe the spring air
I think of you and smile
Sometimes I think I'm waiting
For your return, your return