All the trees
On my favorite street
Have indeed
Shed off their green leaves.
And when I sleep,
Yeah, oh, all I seem to dream are graves
And ghosts and 'trick or treat.'
Halloween, hello.
Halloween, hello, hello.
Frantically
Searching for the keys.
Jamie Lee,
Please wake up Tommy.
I barely breathe
While the dead leaves in the street
Flow through the cool crisp autumn breeze.
Halloween, hello.
Halloween, hello.
Halloween, hello.
Halloween, hello, hello.