The Fall Song

You were walking down my side of the street
Humming to yourself and kicking the leaves and singing,
“Girl, come out and walk with me!”

And I put my sweater and I ran out the door
And I came up with this song soon as I hit the floor and you sang,
“Girl, come out and walk with me!”

And we sang,
“Fall wash over me
I hear our feet, feet and it makes me free
Fall wash over me
I hear our beat, beat on the ground and it makes me sing.”

You said, “jump into this puddle and ruin your jeans
Or come on we can huddle as we stomp on these leaves.
Doesn’t really matter as long as you walk with me!”