| I got up early on Monday |
| And it suited me fine |
| That the leaves had started |
| Turning and it was cold outside |
| Because the sun surely shined |
| The autumn ought to come |
| You used to say you liked it |
| Well, I still like it |
| I never got your message |
| I didn’t think that you cared anymore |
| Now that you’re out in Los Angeles |
| You kind of closed that door |
| But soon I’ll need some warm air |
| I’m coming out in November |
| Will you be there? |
| Will you be there? |
| In the fall |
| Tell me could the reddest tree |
| Definitely give you something |
| To figure out? |
| Or is that impossible now? |
| I wore that red, fuzzy sweater |
| Through the frosty grass today |
| And it made me feel so safe and warm |
| Like cherry marmalade |
| So it looks like I might |
| Plant myself where I am |
| And just travel light |
| It looks like I might |
| Fall |