There's more to you than meets my eye, but my eye can't seem to face the lie

That you're all I have and you're all I need, so I'll just keep on and wait to be

Immaculate while the wind is talking

I'm accurate but I can't stop walking

And it aches to say all the words that come

But I have to wait so I'll make it home

And the lies are fading in the westward sun

But the noon again is so sure to come

And my head's on backwards seeing twice the shame

Wish I had a saddle feeling just the same

As I did back then

When the air was crisp

As I did back then

In the autumn mist

And I felt you drown

And it caused me pain

But I let you down

'Cause I'm still too vain

To be a running wind

With it's head held high

To see the fading sin

That has made me cry

And I won't tell them

Why the air's not crisp

And I won't tell them

In the autumn mist

What I did back then

What I said to vent

When the air was crisp

In the autumn mist