You have your way
Of turning the air autumn around me
You have your way

You have your way
Of turning the air autumn around me
Pock marks my day
Pock marks my day

You have your way
Of standing in the doorway
Invitingly, what can I say
You have your way

You have your way
Of standing in the doorway
Invitingly, what can I say
You have your way

If ours was a flame
And you turned me out
What would I say
You have your way

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound

You have your way
Of standing in the doorway
Invitingly, what can I say
You have your way

You have your way
Of turning the air autumn around me
What can I say
Pock marks my day
Pock marks my day

If our's was a flame
And you turned me out
What would I say
You have your way

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound