Autumn passed by me, in barely a trot
One moment twas hot, and then, well, it was not
Yeh, I did see the changes, the trees turning brown
From the lounge room bay windows, the leaves falling down
But closed up inside home, your cut from the world
And the friend’s front-gate banter has all but been furled
So while sunshine was there, on one or two days
I know winter is coming, cos we’ve done most of Maze.