after all the memories are gone
and all i can really do is just move on
i'll try to forget that you were real
i just wish you would admit
to anything i made you feel
well, the days are getting shorter
and i can just pretend
that it was my imagination
and you were a figment of it
but sure as the heat from summer suns
i'll still be around when autumn comes...
wearing out these old shoes of mine
marshall deadwood always treads the line
yeah all the leaves are turning gold and red
and silent memories keep playing
and racing through my head
well, the nights are getting colder
and i cannot deny
the lengthening of my shadow
or the way i feel inside
so i may be long gone
before the first frost numbs
but i'll still be around when autumn comes...