by tyler stenson © 2012 — ASCAP
Oh, give me a dime
For each year of my life
That lasted uncomfortably long
And I’ll be as poor as an orphan
That spent his life knowing
That there’s nowhere he really belongs.
Cause the world as it spins
Creates such a wind
That nothing is safe from the ride
You can stare at the face
Of the wind as it races
And causes the decades to die
But my, how they fly…
Leaves blow by.
Leaves blow by.
Oh, much like the years and the people inside,
The leaves blow by.
Now, stronger is Heart
Than a gun on the run—
That’s something I’ve learned like a Song
Because a bullet can kill
In an instant at will
But heartbreak is forever long.
So, hold on to love
Because leaves blow by.
Leaves blow by.
Just like the years and the lovers inside,
The leaves blow by.
And Heaven is a Moon
That is selfish as glue—-
It pulls on us just like the tide.
All you can do is hope
That it pulls on you slow
So you can make much of your time—-
Cause my how it flies.
Leaves blow by.
Leaves blow by.
Oh, much like the years and the people inside,
The leaves blow by.