Bm                F#m
Good God, is it November?
Em                     Bm
The leaves burn auburn red
G                         D
The Asheville skies and timber
F#
Are holding on to it

Bm               F#m
But I cannot remember
Em                     Bm
That fleeting hopeful song
G                     D
That rose of our September
F#
My word, what have we done?

G                                       E
I'd love nothing more than to cover my face
A            F#      Bm
Forget who I am and get out of this place
G                                 D
Pretend to be somebody other than me
F#
And go on living that way

     Bm       A          D         G
Till all the dreams that I had in mind
      Bm      A           D         G
Come back to me by next year this time
A                               F#       Bm
Tell me whatever became of what I left behind

During Solo  : Bm F#m Em Bm G D F#

Bm                       F#m
Could hope have sprung eternal 
Em                    Bm
On darkened, dreary roads?
G                         D                              
The heart that beats nocturnal
F#
Knows not where it goes

Bm                   F#m
We listen for the signal
Em                  Bm 
To raise the dirt again
G                   D
Our livelihood is equal 
F#
To the air that breathes us in

G                                       E
I'd welcome you home just to turn you away
A             F#            Bm
Shuffle the cards by the light of the day
G                                        D
Pretend that the worst of it got left behind
F#
And go on living that way

Bm              A        D          G
Till all the dreams we left in our wake
Bm            A         D         G
Come back to me as the joy we forsake
A                              F#        Bm
Tell me whatever is burning the fires we made

[Outro]:
Bm F#m Em Bm G D F#
G E A F# Bm G D F#
Bm A D G E A F# Bm
Am G D