All Gone - Jim Guthrie
A ringing phone
You can never go back home
The same goes for you
A drone to call your own
While laying around
Thinking of St Henry
That's where I'd take her
Cause one things for sure
Cause a forest needs a fire
Like the fire needs the tree
It's so near and personal to me
Can you make something
Out of nothing
And if I ever get back home
Grey autumn blues
Whenever the first leaf falls
It falls for you
A sound unknown
Can see what isn't shown
So pluck out your eyes blue
So sight can't betray you
What offends your ear
To what do you hold dear
What's held has grown
Here's your home
Cause a theif needs a diamond
Like the diamond needs a theif
It's so dear and personal to me
Can you make something
Out of nothing
And if I ever get back home
Grey autumn blues
Whenever the first leaf falls
It falls for you
