the grass is always greener as i'm sure that you've found
    if i find my way back on the last leg of this trip
    i'm betting i'm finding you there
    as long as it's constantly changing
    as long as it's constantly sound
    if there's no sense of impending danger
    there's no sense in hanging around for the winter
    if i'm not gonna be in your arms around me...
    what have i got if you're there?
    we'll behome in December
    the leaves don't fall from the trees as long
    as you remember you are always with me
    it's not my place to find it
    not something that i get to choose
    don't be scared 'cause you're not something i'm willing to lose
    i'll bet you find it in the last place you look