I go running in autumn
Constantly moving, propelled
There are leaves falling all around me; I watch them fall
Leaves have no preference. I am running, I am not - still they fall
Sometimes I think of catching a leaf in flight
But truthfully, I run and wait for the perfect leaf that
Falling, reaches the height of my chest as I run by - opening a hand, I grasp it
Sometimes I wonder what kind of person sees a leaf
Mysterious, inexplicably identified as the one
Falling out ahead and speeds up to catch it
Or, moves out into the road, adjusting the running pattern to match the leaf's descent
Who does this?
They seem to have more confidence, more intention
When I catch that perfect leaf - the one that doesn't break my stride or alter my path
I hold it for a second
And I toss it away from my body, and it falls on the street with the others
It has no preference
Independent from my actions, it will fall
How do you think of love?
Wesley Harper - Blues Scale Lyrics
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I go running in autumn
Constantly moving, propelled
There are leaves falling all around me; I watch them fall
Leaves have no preference. I am running, I am not - still they fall
Sometimes I think of catching a leaf in flight
But truthfully, I run and wait for the perfect leaf that
Falling, reaches the height of my chest as I run by - opening a hand, I grasp it
Sometimes I wonder what kind of person sees a leaf
Mysterious, inexplicably identified as the one
Falling out ahead and speeds up to catch it
Or, moves out into the road, adjusting the running pattern to match the leaf's descent
Who does this?
They seem to have more confidence, more intention
When I catch that perfect leaf - the one that doesn't break my stride or alter my path
I hold it for a second
And I toss it away from my body, and it falls on the street with the others
It has no preference
Independent from my actions, it will fall
How do you think of love?
Constantly moving, propelled
There are leaves falling all around me; I watch them fall
Leaves have no preference. I am running, I am not - still they fall
Sometimes I think of catching a leaf in flight
But truthfully, I run and wait for the perfect leaf that
Falling, reaches the height of my chest as I run by - opening a hand, I grasp it
Sometimes I wonder what kind of person sees a leaf
Mysterious, inexplicably identified as the one
Falling out ahead and speeds up to catch it
Or, moves out into the road, adjusting the running pattern to match the leaf's descent
Who does this?
They seem to have more confidence, more intention
When I catch that perfect leaf - the one that doesn't break my stride or alter my path
I hold it for a second
And I toss it away from my body, and it falls on the street with the others
It has no preference
Independent from my actions, it will fall
How do you think of love?
Writer: Wesley Nichols
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