It was a cold and dark September, now the trees are turning red,
And the road that leads to forever is the road that you must tread.
So I go back into my room; I can still see your pretty face,
I can make my life without you, but these feelings won't erase,
They go on and on, and on and on.
A thousand ways to simply tell a story.
Now I speak to you, quite gently, about the days that have gone before,
I say, "Do you remember? Let's open up that door,"
You say, "I've reached my destination; there are things we can't control,"
Though the hands seem so familiar, this is a sense that I just don't know,
It goes on and on, and on and on.
A thousand ways to simply tell a story,
But a mystery of my feeling left for you,
Yeah, a thousand ways to simply tell a story,
Ooh, yeah.
A thousand ways to simply tell a story,
But a mystery of my feeling left for you,
Yeah, a thousand ways to simply tell a story,
But a mystery of my feeling left for you,
A thousand ways to simply tell a story,
But a mystery of my feeling left for you,
Yeah, a thousand ways.
