Lyrics:

Your face in the press
The bars and the stars upon your dress
Dress casually and love eventually
I'm starting to break
Only so much that any one man can take
Take your time, my friend
And love will find you in the end
So no more reproach
In these cards and envelopes
Don't bother crying
I know you're lying

Autumn leaves on the trees
These tiny things mean so much to me
So much I never told you
And now I'll never hold you
And the forecast is sleet
On the street we used to meet
We'd stop and eat, it was so sweet
So glad that I found you
So no more reproach
In these cards and envelopes
Don't bother crying
I know you're lying
No more "See ya later"
No more "It can wait"
And all the time I was alone
I was
I was alone
Alone