Leaves are coming off of branches
And falling to the ground like little teeth
They're signaling the end of summer
So won’t you come and hibernate with me
And sow a sin or two into the
Ground before it's frozen over?
Sun is coming up and over
This concrete town of garden beds and homes
And chasing all the concrete foxes
Into all their concrete foxes' holes
We’ll sow a sin or two into the
Ground before it's frozen over