by tyler stenson © 2010 — ASCAP
It’s the loudest sound;
When the heart knows what it wants and makes it known.
So, I’m leaving this town
Because it’s the season that changes all things into Gold.
But who am I to leave Oregon
When the rearview facing West holds all I love
And before me is October,
Where I might become my own fall,
But might never know my cards until I call?
Deep in the Lion’s Den
I’ve noticed Autumn holds a difference in the East;
Made up of different reds.
That color is bold, but just a lonely shade of dream.
So, who was I to leave Oregon
When the rearview facing West held all I loved
And before me was October,
Where I might become my own fall,
But might never know my cards until I call?
This is my loudest sound
And it’s meant for no one
But my loved ones in the West.
I’ll aim to make you proud
On a southern stage,
Lit by the lights, doing what I do best.
So, who was I to leave Oregon
When the rearview facing West held all I loved
And before me was October,
Where I might become my own fall,
But might never know my cards until I call?