As the waves they hit the shoreline And the skies are turning grey I wander through the empty fairground Broken music box it plays Autumn has come The leaves reflect the colour of my mood Golden days are gone There's nothing left for me to say to you Autumn has come I spend the evening chasing shadows I drink to things I can't recall The picture house plays films at midnight Buster Keaton takes a fall Autumn has come The leaves reflect the colour of my mood Golden days are gone There's nothing left for me to say to you Autumn has come I see the boats docked in the harbour The wind is whistling out of tune I ride the ghost train 'til the morning And hope it takes me back to you Autumn has come The leaves reflect the colour of my mood Golden days are gone The seasons seems to change much too soon Autumn has come Autumn has come