Mama, it is raining leaves
It's snowing leaves
They're falling down
I love the way she says that and
I love this part of town
I love being surrounded by so many kinds of trees
October on the West side reminds me to fall back East
'cept I don't feel like falling for
The feeling that I've gotta fall
I feel like standing tall
And getting all of my ducks in a row
I'm sure some times I'll waver
But I'll savour good intentions
I know, that progress not perfection is the only way to go

If I wanna grow
Gotta prune my soul
Shed dead leaves
'til I am wet and naked
Cold and rainy
So, there's room for those
Things that wanna grow
That are beautiful, and amazing

The days that seem
The most dreary
Are perfect for being creative and cosy
As long as we sing
Until the Spring
This Winter can be
A most magical thing
And our trunks will be
Solid and strong
Even after
The leaves are all gone
Our trunks will be
Solid and strong
Even after
The leaves are all gone
Mama, it is raining leaves
It's snowing leaves
They're falling down
I love the way she says that and
I love this part of town
Mama, it is raining leaves
It's snowing leaves
They're falling down
I love the way she says that and
I love this part of town...