Trace of a Cat's Eye - Matt Nathanson

When the leaves have changed

When the world around you starts to grow deranged

The faces that you see are looking strange

And your principles have all been rearranged

When only tears remain

In the residue the ruins of your brain

Start looking for a way you can explain

Though the reasons should’ve made themselves quite plain

And then you’ll think of me

In the moment when we’d almost broken free

Your mind will start its drifting wistfully

To the corner of your heart nobody sees