My leaves are fallin' in the Santa Ana Breeze And the birds all line up, up on the telephone wires And they blend right into a tangled kind of beauty Singing to you as you roam underneath But inside you're caught in a riptide of misery Weighing yourself down, down until you can't see Any glimmer of sunlight that could keep you from drowning Slow down, slow down Walk around, just walk around Feel your feet sink into the ground Quiet now, quiet now, ooo Yeah, my leaves are fallin' in the Santa Ana Breeze And the birds all line up, up on the telephone wires