Endless Autumn

I drove down from Albany on the old Taconic State Parkway In the middle of a February storm I was trying to pass the time with thoughts of autumn and your endless smile New England girls are like whiskey to my soul And all along an East born wind was stretching west across the Catskills as I returned to you and that city in the sky And the endless autumn in your eyes I stumbled out on Ivon Street feeling dizzy from the lack of sleep The rhythm of the rain upon the ground Your hand was clasped in mine and as I gazed into your emerald eyes I had the old familiar feeling I'd arrived But in the end a rose must wilt and with it I will surely fail But for now I'll just resolve that great divide In the endless autumn of your eyes And if we do grow old in life I'll never fail to realize The endless autumn in your eyes The endless endless autumn in your eyes