All Gone

A ringing phone
 You can never go back home
 The same goes for you
 A drone to call your own
 While laying around
 Thinking of St. Henry
 That's where I'd take her
 Cause one things for sure
 A forest needs a fire
 Like the fire needs the tree
 It's so dear and personal to me
 Can you make something
 Out of nothing
 And if I ever get back home
 Grey autumn blues
 Whenever the first leaf falls
 It falls for you
 A sound unknown
 Can see what isn't shown
 So pluck out your eyes blue
 So sight can't betray you
 What offends your ear
 To what do you hold dear
 What's held has grown
 Here's your home
 Cause a theif needs a diamond
 Like the diamond needs a theif
 It's so near and personal to me
 Can you make something
 Out of nothing
 And if I ever get back home
 Grey autumn blues
 Whenever the first leaf falls
 It falls for you