(Words & Music by Samuel Brinsley Ashworth) Leaves are falling, and something's calling me here. The state of depression that I'm walking in, got the impression I won't stay here long. I know I am like this, but still I don't know what to do. The sky is darkening, I can feel it in the air. My heart is sinking, I know winter's on its way. I know I am like this, but still I don't know what to do. I know I am like this. Oh sister, show me what to do. I know there's a way to get this another day. When will I know if there's a way for me? I want to lie in the sand and have the sun shine on me. Is that way too much to ask?
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