Some people run some people crawl some people don't even move at all. Some roads lead forward some roads lead back. Some roads are bathed in light and some wrapped in fearful black.
Some people walk some people crawl some people don't even move at all. Some roads lead forward some roads lead back. Some roads are bathed in white some wrapped in fearful black.
The cool fall breeze is blowin' and the leaves are turnin' gold. And the smell of wood smoke takes me back to days of long ago. I think about my childhood, pumpkin pie and Halloween.