Turning Leaves

Its autumn and its windy outside.
If these leaves falling represent time, then we don't have too long. I'm rustling on the ground searching. I'm rustling on the ground giving in turning leaves for you. Is there anything, is there anything, is there anything, Is there anything I can do? The tables have turned. And we have both learned a few important things. And now the light is back on you. And now the light is back on you. And it's dimming slow. It's time and we're waiting and it's time for an answer. The day is at it's end.