Leaves -

You’re leaves are turning brown.

You’re trees are brooding ground.

You’re tired of where you are.

Don’t know which way to fall.

You’ll end up getting high.

You’ll end up floating by.

Cos' there’s more ways

There’s more ways

There’s more ways

To be like you are

More ways

There’s more ways

There’s more ways

To be like you are

More ways

There’s more ways

There’s more ways

To be like you are

More ways

There’s more ways

There’s more

You’re weeds are overgrown.

No place to call you’re oh-oh-oh-own.

You’ll end up where you are.

Have faith please drive a car.

Your kids will grow up fast.

You’ll find that time has past you bye.

Cos' there’s more ways

There more ways

To be like you are

There’s more ways

There’s more ways

To be like you are

There’s more ways

There’s more ways

To be like you are

There’s more ways

There’s mo-ooore

Woah!