All Gone

A ringing phone

You can never go back home

The same goes for you

A drone to call your own

While laying around

Thinking of St. Henry

That's where I'd take her

Cause one things for sure

A forest needs a fire

Like the fire needs the tree

It's so dear and personal to me



Can you make something

Out of nothing



And if I ever get back home

Grey autumn blues

Whenever the first leaf falls 

It falls for you



A sound unknown

Can see what isn't shown

So pluck out your eyes blue

So sight can't betray you

What offends your ear

To what do you hold dear

What's held has grown

Here's your home



Cause a theif needs a diamond 

Like the diamond needs a theif

It's so near and personal to me



Can you make something

Out of nothing



And if I ever get back home

Grey autumn blues

Whenever the first leaf falls 

It falls for you