First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall