Today the sun will show but it's getting cold, ruining 
conversation.
The trees, they get to lose their leaves. I envy them 
with every forecast.
The wind gets in and burns the skin like a battleground 
super ninja.

I've heard nothing but good things. 
I bet we probably like the same things.

I'll rake your leaves. I'll rake your leaves.

The ground is getting cold, green is letting go, 
And when the words they seem to mean nothing other than 
gusts of wind andÂ…
What's missed outweighs the risks for this, causing 
problems with the smallest of actions.

I've heard nothing but good things. 
I bet we probably like the same things.

I'll rake your leaves. I'll rake your leaves. 

I'll rake your leaves. I'll rake your leaves. I'll rake 
your leaves. I'll rake your leaves.