Through the misery and the sorrow
I still somehow manage to survive...

She sheeds her colorful foliage
One by one they fall abroad...

It's not always beauty
That catches the eye...

Precious and priceless
Yet tender and frail...

If you had God in your head
And he was giving you advice...

Within the vicinity of the Heavens
Down those charming streets of Paradise...

I'm on a midnight run
Across the Milky Way...

My temper is explosive
Dynamite in my soul...

Does anybody know
The path from a broken heart...

We only get
So many sunrises...

She told me it's over
And pack up my things...

She's frozen stiff
And hung out to dry...