It’s pretty cold for late September
The autumn wind is creeping in
The summer sun packed up it’s long gone
There’s a whole lot of leaving going on, yeah

I’ll bet it’s warm in California
I think it’s time to hit the road
I just might call that band of gypsies
Go searching for our pot of gold
Seems like lately there’s a whole lotta leaving goin’ on

I close my eyes and picture your hand in mine
I still hear your voice, it takes me back to that time
Well I can find a reason to be strong
Seems like lately there’s a whole lot of leavin’ goin’ on

Close the window, draw the curtains
You ain’t the only one here hurtin
No one’s right, no one’s wrong
Lately there’s a whole lot of leavin’