The leaves have turned And she has not. And she tells me she cant let him go. And she looks to the moon for answers And she Looks inside and she knows. She dresses by the window. Finds reflection in the pane. She looks towards the winter And her hair falls around her like rain. Chorus: She's sighing with September She would like to run and hide She's wrapped up in confusion. She unfolds like paper dolls. But she's flying as she falls. The birds have gone And she has not Though she follows the arc of their flight. And the softness has gone from the daylight. And the shadows have grown into night. Chorus. Soon will come cool October it will rise all around her like fire. And she gathers her courage like harvest And she gathers her thoughts And desires. Chorus. She will not run and hide. She will take it all in her stride And she will She will She will Be flying as she falls.