Asheville Skies

Good god, is it November
 The leaves burn auburn red
 The Asheville skies and timber
 Are holding onto it
 But I cannot remember
 That fleeting hopeful song
 That rose of our September
 My word, what have we done
 I'd love nothing more than to cover my face
 Forget who I am and get out of this place
 Pretend to be somebody other than me
 And go on living that way
 Till all the dreams that I had in mind
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 Come back to me by next year this time
 Tell me whatever that came of what I left behind
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 Could hope have sprung eternal on darkened, dreary roads
 The heart that beats nocturnal knows not where it goes
 We listened for the signal to raise the dirt again
 Our livelihood is equal to the air that breathes us in
 I'd welcome you home just to turn you away
 Shuffle the cards by the light of the day
 Pretend that the worst of it got left behind
 And go on living that way
 Till all the dreams we left in our wake
 ♪
 Come back to me as the joy we forsake
 Tell me whatever is burning the fires we made
 
 Good god, is it November
 The leaves burn auburn red
 The Asheville skies and timber
 Are holding onto it
 But I cannot remember
 That fleeting hopeful song
 That rose of our September
 My word, what have we done
 I'd love nothing more than to cover my face
 Forget who I am and get out of this place
 Pretend to be somebody other than me
 And go on living that way
 Till all the dreams that I had in mind
 ♪
 Come back to me by next year this time
 Tell me whatever that came of what I left behind
 ♪
 Could hope have sprung eternal on darkened, dreary roads
 The heart that beats nocturnal knows not where it goes
 We listened for the signal to raise the dirt again
 Our livelihood is equal to the air that breathes us in
 I'd welcome you home just to turn you away
 Shuffle the cards by the light of the day
 Pretend that the worst of it got left behind
 And go on living that way
 Till all the dreams we left in our wake
 ♪
 Come back to me as the joy we forsake
 Tell me whatever is burning the fires we made