Indoors

The leaves are turning and what can I say

I almost maybe kinda like them better this way

The puddles in the street, the thunder is my beat

A warm rain in October, isn't that neat

There's a bird bath down the street at the park

I like to walk past before it gets dark

The static in my mind, isn't nine to five

I'd be out here more if I only had the time

What is it we're working for

Fancy shoes on our feet, oh food at our door