Sycamore Leaves

Can't stop thinking 'bout it

It fills me with unease

Out there by the roadside

Something's buried

Under sycamore leaves

Wet grounds, late September

The foliage up the trees

I came upon this feeling

That someone's lying

Covered by sycamore leaves

And I could never make it

And I could never see

I could never break out

And shake its grip on me

Sycamore leaves

And I could never make it

And I could never see

I could never break out

And shake its grip on me

Can't stop thinking 'bout it

It fills me with unease

Out there by the roadside

Something's buried

Under sycamore leaves

Covered by sycamore leaves

Sycamore leaves

I'm covered by

Sycamore leaves