Autumn's In the Air

Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise The colors in the trees Are now in my eyes Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise And the colors in the trees Are now in my eyes I walk among the leaves, of days not yet to pass My reflection in the stream Made of mirror glass I feel the hour-glass fill, with memories of sand They pour into my heart What once was in my hand And the wind begins to trace, the many lives I've tried to paint Brushing back the tears Across the canvas of my face Autumn's in the air, as parts of me erase One by one they disappear Like bicycles left unchained Yeah autumn's in the air, and much to my surprise A world I thought was black and white Turns to watercolor sky Autumn's in the air, the sun is in my eyes I guess this must be what it's like To be in beatle George's mind Every now and then, when no one else is around I feel myself among the leaves Falling on the ground Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise And now the color of the trees In the color of my eyes