You have your way
Turning the air autumn around me
You have your way

You have your way
Turning the air autumn around me
Pockmarks my day
Pockmarks my day

You have your way
Standing in the doorway
Invitingly, what can I say?
You have your way

You have your way
Standing in the doorway
Invitingly, what can I say?
You have your way

If ours was a flame
And you turned me out
What would I say?
You have your way

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound

You have your way
Standing in the doorway
Invitingly, what can I say?
You have your way

You have your way
Turning the air autumn around me
What can I say?
Pockmarks my day
Pockmarks my day

If our's was a flame
And you turned me out
What would I say?
You have your way
Yeah

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound

And the drunk turns
And the prairie girls wade out
And the leaves will
Surely bury the sound

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Benjamin John Howard