I listen to it every year
Around the same date actually
I guess the title reminds me
There is always a next chapter

As the song starts I'd imagine
Leaves in the wind and waves crashing
The long shadows on the ceiling
Autumn that is yet to begin

I'd turn the music louder still
So that the sound of the piano
Would cover the noise and echo
Of this world of plastic and steel

In the air vibrating I'd hear
Some of us are crying, hating
Shivering,...