Autumn Years Lyrics - Johnny Hates Jazz

Autumn Years
Picking up the pieces of my lif
I wonder why the hell I ever came her
A man without a future left to fac
And nothing but a memory to embrac
Holding on to threads of sanit
Imagining the roads I could have take
It fills me with a deepening sense of sham
And outside I can hear the pouring rai
There is a plac
Where in my mind I escap
And there I understand the way I fee
And deep in this world of make-believ
I will spend my autumn years with yo
Sitting in this grey and sunless worl
I try to come to terms with guilty feeling
A man about to pay the final pric
And nothing but his breath to sacrific
There'll be a tim
When I'll be gone from your min
A fading ghost that soon will disappea
And deep in my would of endless pai
I must face my autumn year
I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the piece
I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the piece
Picking up the pieces of my life