[Verse 1: Issac Brock]
Smells like autumn, smells like leaves
You don't know that you'll rust
And not belong so much
And then get
Left alone
Suck it up, take a ride and
Take a walk
And don't you know
That old folks' home smells so much
Like my own
[Verse 2: John Orth]
The hotcha girls at the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Mama's little truck stop rose
Her dancing feet, her happy laugh
We were dropping dimes on the ponies
In the cul-de-sac
Casting shadows
Throwing sparks
[Issac Brock]
The mail came from miles away
The postal man is always late
And we wait
Smells like autumn, smells like leaves
You don't know that you'll rust
And not belong so much
And then get
Left alone
Suck it up, take a ride and
Take a walk
And don't you know
That old folks' home smells so much
Like my own
[Verse 2: John Orth]
The hotcha girls at the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Mama's little truck stop rose
Her dancing feet, her happy laugh
We were dropping dimes on the ponies
In the cul-de-sac
Casting shadows
Throwing sparks
[Issac Brock]
The mail came from miles away
The postal man is always late
And we wait
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