“Don’t she look pretty in her paisley dress?
Standing over this city to get a view of this mess.
Don’t turn around, don’t look up just keep your eyes straight ahead.
If you should fall asleep, we’ll all hold up your head.
And so, you turn out the light,
While the thieves close their eyes tonight.
I see the leaves are turning darker each day,
Falling off of their branches.
They’re leading all of the others astray,
Just to watch the beautiful dancers.
And oh, how they twist in the wind,
See all the colors within them.
So we dance and we dance as we hold up hands,
Leave all we got on the floor.
All the poor saps at just can’t find the remote,
and we’re just not ourselves anymore.”