Take the Leaves

when the coffee's grown cold I feel, tired and old
and the soles of my shoes have worn thin
when sometimes I ache, and regret my mistakes
and I don't know just where to begin
take the leaves from the street
where she stood next to me
and scatter them under my bed
take her bracelets and her rings
and her other precious things
and bury them in the place that we met
well her eyes were blue, when she sat next to you
and she gave you a ribbon from her hair
as her eyes turned grey you knew, she'd deceive you someday
and she knew that you really wouldn't care
take the leaves from the street
where she stood next to me
and scatter them under my bed
take her bracelets and her rings
and her other precious things
and bury them in the place that we met
well her eyes were blues, when she walked away from you
and she slipped a robin's egg in to my hand
as she turned away I knew, she'd deceive me someday
and she hopes that maybe I'd understand
take the leaves from the street
where she stood next to me
and scatter them under my bed
take her bracelets and her rings
and her other precious things
and bury them in the place that we met...