Autumn In Arcadia

Autumn in Arcadia
There is a warm wind blowing down on your old street
If anyone is right it’s no one that you meet
You were a fool to let a good thing go
Autumn in Arcadia
You are working overtime
In a job you don’t have anymore
What’s all this commotion for?
It doesn’t move you at all
They’re boarding up the candy store
They give you the look when you are on the street
From your hollow face right down to your feet
No, you’re not welcome here no more
Autumn in Arcadia
Return to your wife
And return to the life that you had
It wasn’t all that bad
Oh no no