Fall Back Around

[Verse 1]
Leaves are fallin' down
Looks like fall has come back around
In our little country town
Same old two-lane road, slowed down
Pumpkins on the porch
Smoke rollin' lazy from your dad's old Ford
High school kids on the Friday field
Chasin’ dreams in hand-me-down cleats
[Chorus]
Every season finds its way back here
Same red barn, same shiftin’ year
You and me in this worn-out truck
Talkin’ ‘bout life, talkin’ ‘bout us
Golden fields and that cooling ground
Yeah, fall has come back around
In our little country town
[Verse 2]
You’re in my flannel shirt
Laughin’ ‘bout the summer and the sunburned dirt
Coffee in a jar
Steam on the glass of this old car
Your hand in mine
Past and future tangled in the power lines
That old church bell rings
Pullin’ Sunday through everything
[Chorus]
Every season finds its way back here
Same red barn, same shiftin’ year
You and me in this worn-out truck
Talkin’ ‘bout life, talkin’ ‘bout us
Golden fields and that cooling ground
Yeah, fall has come back around
In our little country town
[Bridge]
Funny how the colors change
But somehow we stay the same (oh yeah)
If I get lost in this life I found
I hope I always fall
Back to this town
[Chorus]
Every season finds its way back here
Same red barn, same shiftin’ year
You and me in this worn-out truck
Talkin’ ‘bout life, talkin’ ‘bout us
Golden fields and that cooling ground
Yeah, fall has come back around
In our little country town

country, Warm midtempo country ballad with male vocals; brushed drums and upright bass under fingerpicked acoustic and twangy telecaster fills. Verse stays intimate and close-mic’d, chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a gentle organ pad. Subtle pedal steel swells in the bridge, then a stripped last chorus with just guitar and voice easing back into the full band for the final line.