Leaves

Your leaves are turning brown
Your trees are brooding ground
You're tired of where you are
Don't know which way to fall
You'll end up getting high
You'll end up floating by

Cos' there's more ways
There's more ways
There's more ways
To be like you are
More ways
There's more ways
There's more ways
To be like you are
More ways
There's more ways
There's more ways
To be like you are
More ways
There's more ways
There's more

Your weeds are overgrown
No place to call you're ho-ho-ho-home
You'll end up where you are
Have babies, drive a car
Your kids will grow up fast
You'll find that time has past you by

Cos' there's more ways
There more ways
To be like you are
There's more ways
There's more ways
To be like you are
There's more ways
There's more ways
To be like you are
There's more ways
There's mo-ooore
Woah!