A Little Less of Me

I don't like the browns of Autumn

I don't like the greys in her skies

I don't like the cold in her breezes

Stinging my watery eyes

I'll put on my shoes and start walking

I'll take a bottle and turn up a song

Quenching my thirst and my thirsty heart

Looking for a place to belong

My body it moves in circles

My head in the straightest line

In a while I'll be back where I started

With a little less of me every time