歌词
Moonbeams through headlights pour over backroads
Trumpet low on the stereo
The nights are cold now
And those pistons moan now
And the late ride home goes still in the chill
Well, it makes me reminisce
Backyard dogs cry wolf
Big rigs shift in low gear
Shotguns pop in the grove
My Grundig talks in stale voices
Wish they'd play some billie holiday
Well I thought of you
I'll think of you
Oh, I think of you
Wives' tales through Birch trees
Gaze down on my leaves
I rake them up by the bunch
Darkness falls now, 'bout 5 o clock
And that cool crisp air comes creeping through the woods
And it makes me think of you
Orange light through fingerprints
Smeared over your glass
Let's fill them up once again
Years gone by now, I think I'll cry now
Lucky summer lost in the leaves
Well I thought of you
I think of you
Oh, I'll think of you
