Long autumn
The water that I love turns black
The leaves don't lie
You never get what you had back
I drive the back roads of Indiana
I never want to go
The fields grew around me
Now they're cut down
To make way for the homes
Each turn of a wheel
Churns up the dirt
Haze fades and fates change
The looming of a different track
The truth and the myths
Have started to slip from the mind
The pain ends now
I will not be one of those who scream
I'm just one more
In a line of lying holders-on
These landscapes are fiction
How much further can a fantasy extend
When opened pathways
Leave the wild and build a home next door
Each turn of a wheel
Churns up the dirt
Haze fades and fates change
The looming of a different track
The truth and the myths
Have started to slip from the mind
Long autumn
The devil's at his work
Professing in the chapel to his people
And everything I've known
Have loved and called my own
Has moved into his home
When I was sleeping