Autumn stirs the air come midnight,
while I watch the leaves blow past the stars,
the blue-black sky looks so serene,
like Wonderland could be on the other side,
but I’ve yet to see a more peaceful scene,
and I hope tomorrow never comes,
so I can stare at this perfect view,
as the moon floats at high noon,
as the stars slowly seems to revolve,
when its really me who’s revolving from them,
so far off like little gemstones,
sailing through my vision in the darkness,
guiding my way to better places,
leading me far from what’s supposed to be “home,”
but they say that home is where the heart is,
and my hearts up there in the skies,
so autumn stirs the air come midnight,
and I say my goodbyes.