I would like to go home now,
the branches are heavy with color-burnt leaves 
the wind comes for gathering
and my eyes are taken along,

but here i stand 
on the corner with you
catching my tears with pockets full,
looking back to see the way home 
that knows me so well

but all i can do 
is stand on the corner with you.
As our shadows begin to stretch down the street
my heart expels itself to the wind
catching the wake of the color-burnt leaves,

and here i stand 
on the corner with you
far from here, far from home...