| Well baby, there you stand | 
| With your little head, down in your hand | 
| Oh, my God, you can’t believe it’s happening | 
| again | 
| Your baby’s gone, and you’re all alone | 
| and it looks like the end. | 
| And you’re back out on the street. | 
| And you’re tryin’to remember. | 
| How will you start it over? | 
| You don’t know what became. | 
| You don’t care much for a stranger’s touch, | 
| But you can’t hold your man. | 
| You never thought you’d be alone this far | 
| down the line | 
| And I know what’s been on your mind | 
| You’re afraid it’s all been wasted time | 
| The autumn leaves have got you thinking | 
| about the first time that you fell | 
| You didn’t love the boy too much, no, no you just loved the boy to well, Farewell | 
| So you live from day to day, and you dream | 
| about tomorrow, oh. | 
| And the hours go by like minutes | 
| and the shadows come to stay | 
| So you take a little something to make them go away | 
| And I could have done so many things, baby | 
| If I could only stop my mind from wondrin’what | 
| I left behind and from worrying 'bout this wasted time | 
| Ooh, another love has come and gone | 
| Ooh, and the years keep rushing on I remember what you told me before you went out on your own: | 
| Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone. | 
| So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can | 
| get on with mine | 
| And maybe someday we will find, that it wasn’t really | 
| wasted time | 
| Mm, hm Oh hoo, ooh, ohh, | 
| Ooh, ooh, mm |