Lyrics

Frost has starting forming on my windows
And all the trees have turned from green to brown
Each day it feels a little colder
Dead leaves start to gather on the ground

Every time I set my mind to moving
Something’s always getting in my way
I still pull my boots on in the morning
But living’s getting harder every day

My boss tells me to get my act together
I notice that my friends have stopped coming ‘round
I promise myself that I will do better
But each year gray skies come to bring me down