Down the scenic roads I roll
Color on the tree line
This autumn day, we roam
Until the sun sets in the evening and we tire
I'm not going home
Thinking about the shoreline past in summer days
Waves they came crashing, and the sun
It's endless rays

But this ain't no california so the seasons
Well they have to change
No this ain't no damn olympia
I live that new england way
No this ain't no philadelphia, that city life
I couldn't take

Soon will come the winter and the leaves will die
Take our spirits with them
As the colored tree line cries
"I'll be dead until the springtime when the bear awake
And birds will fly"
Put back all the color into the trees
Spirits high as ever on an early springtime breeze
But this ain't no california so the seasons
Well they make me sneeze
No this ain't no damn olympia
There's orange all along the trees
No this ain't no philadelphia, that city life
I'll never please