all the leaves are turning brown someday the pretty girls are leaving town and I’m out of breath from asking you to stat so wait for me to go on my own everyone’s here but you still feel alone I’ll stand by til you decide to stay now you leave cause the summer’s over back to work in minnesota think of me when the snow is falling down and the leaves are turning brown all the snow is falling down some day I’ll pick my bags and leave this town cause absence makes the fond heart wander away if the sun refuse to shine all we have is tonight