Cross the lonely parade Your face turned away From the people who talk One more night in the town I spun you around To the house in the dark Autumn's coming in the air Autumn's coming in the air Voices in the park Following us down to Vinson Street Ghosts inside the yard Rattling their balls and chains There's a light in the dark Lord, it doesn't seem far Every night with the rain Falling earlier again I watch and I wait Autumn's coming in the air Autumn's coming in the air From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica Autumn's coming in the air Autumn's coming in, for you