The Bristles of Autumn

The mist in the sky, the dew on the leaves As I stood there beside you, the cool autumn breeze Brushing my face like bristles of hair Stirs a feeling inside me that surely leads to nowhere And the memories tag along Still trying to find where I went wrong Seasons may change and I will too Though every fall I'll think of you The mist in the sky, the dew on the leaves As I stood there beside you, the cool autumn breeze Brushing my face like bristles of hair Stirs a feeling inside me that surely leads to nowhere