Ver1 Can't stop thinking 'bout it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside someone's lyin' (pause) Under sycamore leaves Ver2 Wet grounds, late September The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling that someone's lying Covered by sycamore leaves Bridge And I could never make it And I could never see And I could never break out And shake its grip on me Ver1 Can't stop thinking 'bout it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside someone's lyin' Covered by sycamore leaves and repeat the last phrase just like coda