Last place you look

If I find my way back on the last leg of this trip,
I'm betting on finding you there.
As long as it's constantly changing.
As long as it's constantly sound.
If there's no sense of impending danger,
There's no sense in hanging around for the winter.
If I'm not gonna be in your arms, your arms around me
What have I got if you're there?
We'll be home in December.
The leaves don't fall from the trees,
As long as you remember you are always with me.
We'll be home in December.
The leaves don't fall from the trees
As long as you remember you are always with me.
It's not my place to find it,
Not something that I get to choose.
Don't be scared