Lyrics The Clientele

The Clientele

From Brighton Beach To Santa Monica

Cross the lonely parade

Your face turned away

From the people who talk

One more night in the town

I spun you around

To the house in the dark

Autumn's coming in the air

Autumn's coming in the air

Voices in the park

Following us down to Vinson Street

Ghosts inside the yard

Rattling their balls and chains

There's a light in the dark

Lord, it doesn't seem far

Every night with the rain

Falling earlier again

I watch and I wait

Autumn's coming in the air

Autumn's coming in the air

From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica

From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica

Autumn's coming in the air

Autumn's coming in, for you