when you have gone

when the leaves look like yellow pages, and you are listed on everyone, when the black snow lies along the highway, and you will follow it south by south, i will blow a feather from my mouth, and pray it will follow me to your door, what fills these rooms after bags are packed and ready?, when you have gone, all that floats will rain, when you have gone, all that floats will rain. when the leaves look like yellow pages, and you are listed on everyone, and the black snow lies along the highway, and you will follow it south by south, what fills these rooms after bags are packed and ready?, when you have gone, all that floats will rain, when you have gone, all that floats will rain, when you have gone, all that floats will rain, when you have gone, all that floats will rain