It's the loudest sound;
When the heart knows what it wants and makes it known.
So, I'm leaving this town

Because it's the season that changes all things into Gold.

But who am I to leave Oregon

When the rearview facing West holds all I love
And before me is October,
Where I might become my own fall,

But might never know my cards until I call?

Deep in the Lion's Den

I've noticed Autumn holds a difference in the East;
Made up of different reds.
That color is bold, but just a lonely shade of dream.


So, who was I to leave Oregon
When the rearview facing West held all I loved

And before me was October,
Where I might become my own fall,
But might never know my cards until I call?


This is my loudest sound
And it's meant for no one

But my loved ones in the West.
I'll aim to make you proud
On a southern stage,

Lit by the lights, doing what I do best.

So, who was I to leave Oregon

When the rearview facing West held all I loved
And before me was October,
Where I might become my own fall,

But might never know my cards until I call?