Spinning further from the sun Here's October in our lungs Come outside up in the sky The birds are leaving Clouds of instinct fill the air And whatever brought us here Come next year will bring again The birds are leaving Tell me that a lover's touch Is more than nature planting seeds Or what am I to believe? South of here the winter's kinder So they leave to find fair weather And how high our spirits rise On their returning Tell me that a lover's touch Is more than nature passing genes Or what am I to believe? Heaven knows why you're not happy And heaven knows why I can't make you Look outside up in the sky The birds are leaving