The real world
I saw the autumn leavesPeel up off the streetTake wing on the balmy breezeAnd sweep you off your feetAnd you blushed as they scooped you upOn sugar maple wingsTo gaze down on the city belowA place with wondrous things
Downy feathers kiss your faceAnd flutter everywhereReality is a lovely placeI wouldn't want to live thereI wouldn't want to live there
Weighed down by heavy lidsAnd lonely lullabiesI knew you were wide awakeCuz you smiled with your eyes
Downy feathers kiss your faceAnd flutter everywhereReality is a lovely placeBut I wouldn't want to live there
From the greenbelt balconyThe wildfires look so prettyPonderosa canopyI'd never leave if it were up to meTo the ruby redwood treeAnd to the velvet climbing ivyPainted all mahoganyI'd never leave if it were up to me
(If it were up to me)
With a starry brushPaint the dusk venetian blueCuz in the evening hushYou'll never believe the viewAnd when the leaves returnAnd their whisperings fill the nightThey'll freeze and burnWhere fire and ice collideWhere fire and ice collide
Can you feel a silk embraceIn the satin air?If we dissolve without a traceWould the real world even care?Downy feathers kiss your faceAnd flutter everywhereReality is a lovely placeBut I wouldn't want to live there
I wouldn't want to live there
I saw the autumn leavesPeel up off the streetTake wing on the balmy breezeAnd sweep you off your feet