Tono: F
FG
Under dormant trees, under bright-lit skiesFG
Mountains of maple leaves standing side by sideFG
The phone lines, the street lights led me to youFG
And if you just sit tight, I'll be there soonGF
All those wasted milesGF
All those aimless drives through green aislesGF
Our careless life styleCGF
It was not so unwise, no
I rode right past the train trestle, ancient as a stone