Autumn in Arcadia There is a warm wind blowing down on your old street If anyone is right It's no one that you meet You were a fool to let a good thing go Autumn in Arcadia, wow You are working overtime In a job you don't have anymore What's this commotion for? It doesn't move you at all They're boarding up the candy store They give you the look when you are on the street From your hollow face right down to your feet No, you're not welcome here no more Autumn in Arcadia, wow You are working overtime In a job you don't have anymore What's this commotion for? It doesn't move you at all Go home to your wife And go home to the life that you had It wasn't all that bad Oh, no, no, no, no You are working overtime In a job you don't have anymore What's this commotion for? It doesn't move you at all Oh, no, no, no, no Autumn in Arcadia