Seasons Past Paroles

I asked him for presents
He said I was old and lost

And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling

We wander grocery aisles looking for the Butterball
I come home to my mama, I got no girl at all
So I sit with my father, waiting by the phone
Waiting with my father, crying all alone

And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling

It's gonna be a lonely summer
It's gonna be a lonely summer We're just like kids
I'm waiting with my brother in the bars
Waiting by the phone, waiting all alone

And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling
And the leaves are falling