I wonder how you felt that day When I passed you by The street felt amazing Through my city eyes It's taken me a few weeks To get back to routine Spending time in coffee shops Reading magazines All the leaves are brown The sky is turning grey Winter's closing in On this quiet day Can you hear that sound Of what's about to start? Breaking up the sidewalk In pieces of my heart People here they walk the same Like strangers in authors' shoes Writing up some foreign book On pressing thoughts and issues And I look up at the sky sometimes It moves in such funny ways Making light and making change Like midnight on Sundays Like midnight on Sundays All the leaves are brown The sky is turning grey Winter's closing in On this quiet day Can you hear that sound Of what's about to start Breaking up the sidewalk In pieces of my heart In these days I find That we are losing time Making trouble for ourselves But I'll make it on my own I will make it all alone Finally I can be I wonder what you'd have said If I'd stopped to say hi But I'll never know 'Cause I walked ahead And looked up at the sky I looked up at the sky