Back in the day on the 89th
Driving to the south heading for the pines
Down in the valley the sun will set
Riding along the mystic river bed
Pa**ing by cla**ic cars
Green eyes and nightfall stars
Wooden barns and winding wheels
Southbound to Orderville
So far from home
The leaves begin to fall
From the trees who knew it all
That we gonna burn, we gonna crash
Can't you see it dead ahead, the end of the road
And the wind begins to blow
Back in the day 7th street in New York
Walking through the rain, moving through the fog
Your washed-up jeans and pumpkin smile
You always loved halloween nights
So far from home
The leaves begin to fall
From the trees who knew it all
That we gonna burn, we gonna crash
Can't you see it dead ahead, it's coming close
To laugh it off and let it go
And the wind begins to blow