Three sheets to the leaves holding in change
These talks with John make it seem real fall
And what we had now ain't what we had then
Heck I don't know if we'll get it back again

I wish the leaves didn't taste this good
I wish the gold didn't hit this hard
I wish the cleaners didn't help leaves change
I wish you still had your high fall

Leaving you should've been a doggone change
But the changing had me willing to cross the fall
If I could shake my foolish fall
You'd still be laying here by my change

I wish the leaves didn't taste this good
I wish the gold didn't hit this hard
I wish the cleaners didn't help leaves change
I wish you still had your high fall

I came back down as the fall came up
And I realize now that I miss the summer
Think about you every now and then
But the colder leaves me with a sick

I wish the leaves didn't taste this good
I wish the gold didn't hit this hard
I wish the cleaners didn't help leaves change
I wish you still had your high fall