作曲 : Sales Falling leaves answer the night's desire to not be alone The wind blows Takes me along to places I wish I could go Places I wish I could go Autumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravel-stone road I listen close Hearing a voice Telling me that I should go Telling me that I should go Cause a rolling stone That does not roam Will start to loose its roll And I'd rather be lost I grab a coat and open the door Leaving the fire behind I let the wind drift me along to places I hope that I findPlaces I hope that I findCause a rolling stone That does not roam Will start to loose its roll And I'd rather be lost I'd rather be lost I will gather no moss here A rolling stone That does not roam Will start to loose it's roll And I'd rather be lost
作曲 : Sales Falling leaves answer the night's desire to not be alone The wind blows Takes me along to places I wish I could go Places I wish I could go Autumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravel-stone road I listen close Hearing a voice Telling me that I should go Telling me that I should go Cause a rolling stone That does not roam Will start to loose its roll And I'd rather be lost I grab a coat and open the door Leaving the fire behind I let the wind drift me along to places I hope that I findPlaces I hope that I findCause a rolling stone That does not roam Will start to loose its roll And I'd rather be lost I'd rather be lost I will gather no moss here A rolling stone That does not roam Will start to loose it's roll And I'd rather be lost
