The Wind Is Blowing Needles

The leaves are falling filled with angst
Society just will not dance
How to react and who to address
When the wind is blowing needles again
With somewhere else in mind, I sit and watch it all collide
You say that it reminds you of him, and somewhere you have never been
And all I ever wanted to know, it just isn't here
It's somewhere different, oh how I long, for something different
I sit and stare at my hands, while the wheel is turning on demand
I'm waiting to get carried away, resisting is non existing