From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica - The Clientele

Cross the lonely parade

Your face turned away from the people who talk

One more night in the town

Has spun you around to the house in the dark

Autumn’s coming in, yeah

Autumn’s coming in, yeah

Voices in the park

Following us down to Vincent Street

Ghosts inside the yard

Rattling their balls and chains

There’s a light in the dark

It doesn’t seem far

Every night with the rain

Falling earlier again, I watch and I wait

Autumn’s coming in, yeah

Autumn’s coming in, yeah

Autumn’s coming in for you

From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica