Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise
The colors in the trees
Are now in my eyes
Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise
And the colors in the trees
Are now in my eyes

I walk among the leaves, of days not yet to pass
My reflection in the stream
Made of mirror glass

I feel the hour-glass fill, with memories of sand
They pour into my heart
What once was in my hand
And the wind begins to trace, the many lives
I've tried to paint
Brushing back the tears
Across the canvas of my face

Autumn's in the air, as parts of me erase
One by one they disappear
Like bicycles left unchained

Yeah autumn's in the air, and much to my surprise
A world I thought was black and white
Turns to watercolor sky

Autumn's in the air, the sun is in my eyes
I guess this must be what it's like
To be in beatle George's mind

Every now and then, when no one else is around
I feel myself among the leaves
Falling on the ground

Autumn's in the air, the sun is on the rise
And now the color of the trees
In the color of my eyes