Call that dark, feels cold to me? And I'm waiting for the sound of dead leaves falling.

When all is said and done, we all walk home alone.

Call that dark, feels cold to me? And I'm waiting for the sound of dead leaves falling.

When all is said and done, we all walk home alone.

Get up! Get down! Now, get busy!

After the long night, too much beer, too much conversation, too many memories. It's Sunday Morning, folks.

Beware the back alleys and loading docks where the lines become blurred and we all become lost.

Ah, the sad beauty of a lovely day down the town. Come walk with us.