Leaves

pretty little disappointments all in a row
been about a year since you disappeared through my door
and now you come back with your head on straight
but i got no love or hate left for you, girl

you must be the daughter of the late
late rose, i'm november's son
and i'm here to tell you, honey, ooh what's done is done
yeah, i been claimed by the wind and the rain
there ain't no going back
now there ain't no going back again (for us now)