There is a man who grows up in a land Where everymen is made to think like they rest He can't understand what is wrong with his mind Afraid of the dark he's alone in his shell 'cause he is shy October.the leaves are falling Who knows where.can I find my own tree He is at the point of surrender for life 'Cause he is in the sight of a gun that might go off sometime October.the leaves are falling Who knows where.can I find my own tree September.my life is crawling Remember.my grave is in the sea October.the leaves are falling Who knows where.can I find my own tree September.my life is crawling Remember.my grave is in the sea