Fine rain was falling on the gravel and glades.
The last rays of September bejewelled broken blades.
But there's someone that I long for.
Oh, where have you been?
As the red earth lies under a covering of green.
Do you trip on the city's golden gutters and kerbs?
As the seasons grow wild and the ground undisturbed.
'Til you find what you are now
Is less than you've been;
As the red earth lies under a covering of green.
Is patience exhausted?
Are your pockets picked clean?
I was lost in the next world
Or somewhere in between.
And it's much as predicted,
They go down that same track.
They say they'll return
But they never come back.
Fine rain was falling on the gravel and glades.
The lest rays of September bejewelled broken blades.
Are you still restless
Or are you serene?
As the red earth lies under just a covering of green.

Writer : SVANTE HENRYSON, ELVIS COSTELLO
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group