She disappeared across the board walk She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes She knows she gets away with murder Swallows up your heart of gold And I don't know just where we've got to go Woah-oh Oh, whoa-oh This sound is giving for the postman Another one that's feeling under orange skies The summer sleeps in time for autumn Sticking down your leaves on grass And I don't know just where we've got to go Woah-oh Oh, whoa-oh