All hopes of concentration have been lost
I'm astral projected out of this dungeon
Swooping with the monarchs before the frost
They are royalty in the insect kingdom

This is their time
As it is mine
To frolic and to remember
What comes with November

Remember, remember?

Soon the leaves will decompose
Then the chill won't leave my toes
Once Old Man Winter settles in
Let the internal slideshow begin

Fall is here and you're away
And I'm not sure if that's okay