Matt Pond Pa

leaves are reminders
the small fallen signpost
you are going cold
under the bleachers
you cant hide forever
the air has grown old
what you wanted to say
has now all blown away
frozen the dirt roads
the ruts become guides and youre mind youre confined
stumbling backwards
to where youll end up and its all been defined
its the force of the cold and the chances youve sold
and Im killing this time but its not really mine
dont give me the wide eyes and act like you dont know
these small towns have ways of making you feel sorry
dont tell me, i know
im off
pulling your hair and you dont seem to care
youre no fun anymore
blaming the brown of the sky and the ground
youre so easily bored
its the force of the cold
and the chances youve sold
and im killing this time but its not really mine
dont give the wide eyes and act like you dont know
these small towns have ways of making you feel sorry
dont tell me, i know
[ New Fall Lyrics ]