Johnny Hates Jazz - Autumn Years

Picking up the pieces of my life
I wonder why the hell I ever came here
A man without a future left to face
And nothing but a memory to embrace

Holding on to threads of sanity
Imagining the roads I could have taken
It fills me with a deepening sense of shame
And outside I can hear the pouring rain

There is a place
Where in my mind I escape
And there I understand the way I feel And deep in this world of make-believe
I will spend my autumn years with you

Sitting in this grey and sunless world
I try to come to terms with guilty feelings
A man about to pay the final price
And nothing but his breath to sacrifice

There'll be a time
When I'll be gone from your mind
A fading ghost that soon will disappear
And deep in my would of endless pain