Summer Leaves

Words and Music by Brad Cole

So blue were all the longest days, and green became the bed on which we played.
And sweet was all we tasted on those Cracker Jack and watermelon days.
Golden breeze would lift us up like butterflies to wander and be wild.
But Grey is a reminder that, what we thought we had would soon be gone.

Then Summer leaves,
And her laughter echoes back to me what serious September brings.
And I’m pulled along, at a different speed.
Turn the page and it’s all gone, gone, gone, gone.

Well crazy is the only way Samsara could be handled at this pace.
When making love and money was all that seemed to matter any way.
We spent every dime we had on an endless night in Chinatown, too high.
Laughing we survived it all, weak but wise enough to take the call.

Then Summer leaves,
Her laughter echoes back to me what serious September brings.
And I'm pulled along, at a different speed.
Turn the page while it’s all going down.

So fly on home
Cause when she's gone
You got to let her go

I'm floating on my back, like a leaf down the river, lazy and ripened in the sun
They are fleeting in their beauty, but my memories seem better on the run
Waterfall, my peace has fallen.
Cold, my soul's gone pale.
I'm puzzling the pieces, moving on and shouldering the pain.

Then Summer leaves,
And her laughter ripples back to me what serious September brings.
And I’m pulled along, at a different speed.
Turn the page and it’s all gone, gone.

Then Summer leaves,
And her laughter echoes back to me what serious September brings.
I’m pulled along, at a different speed…