Sycamore Leaves Songtext / Lyric

Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside
something's buried
Under sycamore leaves

Wet grounds, late September ...
The foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling that someone's lying
Covered by sycamore leaves

And I could never face it
And take a look and see
And I could never break out
And shake its grip on me