every raindrop echoes the wet that soaks you through and through we live with the damp air and the polluted view leaves slowly dying without even trying this place is full of facades mosaic people at home, slowly dying floating through here with my mournful romanticisms imagining fall back home with its crisp morning air and warmhearted care autumn always made me feel alone foliage hardly abounds and dying summer dreams surround so this is fall in a yuppie town the red tape pulls me down I’ll be around