You have your way
Of turning the air autumn around me
You have your way

You have your way
Of turning the air autumn around me
Pock marks my day
Pock marks my day

You have your way
Of standing in the doorway invitingly
What can I say?
You have your way

You have your way
Of standing in the doorway invitingly
What can I say?
You have your way

If our's was a flame
And you turned me out
What would I say?
You have your way

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound
And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound

You have your way
Of standing in the doorway invitingly
What can I say?
You have your way

You have your way
Of turning the air autumn around me
What can I say
Pock marks my day
Pock marks my day

If our's was a flame
And you turned me out (Of turning the air autumn around me)
What would I say (What can I say)
You have your way (Pock marks my day)

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound
And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound