Dark as trouble, dark as night, a shadow casting on
The blessed soul of man, ancient as the newborn dawn
Sorrow and solitude will feed the beast inside, no matter how hard you try
No matter how hard you try
Tell me of your troubles and I'll tell you how it feels
To be a drop of rain in a river rushing through the hills
The things that matter most don't matter much at all
When the dead leaves start to fall, when the dead leaves start to fall
The light behind your eyes will tell us where you've been
Is your song a happy one, can you play it on the violin
Or is it sad, maybe ambivalent at best
Well I forget the rest, yeah I forget the rest