آهنگ: Johnny Hates Jazz. Autumn Years.

Picking up the pieces of my life
I wonder why the hell I ever came here
A man without a future left to face
And nothing but a memory to embrace

Holding on to threads of sanity
Imagining the roads I could have taken
It fills me with a deepening sense of shame
And outside, I can hear the pouring rain

There is a place, where in my mind, I escape
And there, I understand the way I feel
And deep in this world of make believe
I will spend my autumn years with you

Sitting in this gray and sunless world
I try to come to terms with guilty feelings
A man about to pay the final price
And nothing but his breath to sacrifice

There'll be a time when I'll be gone from your mind
A fading ghost that soon will disappear
And deep in my [Unverified] of endless pain
I must face my autumn years

I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the pieces
I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the pieces
Picking up the pieces of my life