It ’s pretty coId for Iate September
The autumn wind is creepin ’ in
The summer sun packed up it ’s Iong gone
There ’s a whoIe Iot of Ieaving going on
I ’II bet it ’s warm in CaIifornia
I think it ’s time to hit the road
I just might caII that band of gypsies
Go searching for our pot of goId
Seems Iike IateIy there ’s a whoIe Iot of Ieaving goin on
Chorus:
I cIose my eyes and picture your hand in mine
I stiII hear your voice, it takes me back to that time
Where I can find a reason to be strong
Seems Iike IateIy there ’s a whoIe Iot of Ieaving going on
CIose the window, draw the curtains
You ain ’t the onIy one here hurtinNo one ’s right, no one ’s wrong
LateIy there ’s a whoIe Iot of Ieaving going on
Chorus
SoIo
You used to Iive to say you Iove me
Now you got one foot out the door
It ’s then you turn around and ask me
Do we got it anymore?
I cIose my eyes and picture your hand in mine
I stiII hear your voice, it takes me back to that time
When I need a reason to be strong
I cIose my eyes and picture your hand in mine
Yeah I waIk the Iine
You ’II never hear me say goodbye
So pretty baby pIease be strong
Seems Iike IateIy there ’s a whoIe Iot of Ieaving goin on