All There Is - Gregory Alan Isakov

How the lights will change

Coming back into the city

Driving homeward slow

Shimmer like you do to me

We laugh at all those changing trees

Autumn is falling down again

Out of this blue Sunday dream

Come to me with your smoky mouth

Raindrops fall on this old town

It’s been me and you’ve been falling round

Well I lied to you when I knocked upon your door

See I was nowhere near your neighborhood

But if this all in our mind

If this is all just in our minds

Honey would you mind

Getting out of mine

This is all just in our head

And now it’s screming red

Watching the leaves fall down and laugh at us instead