Who is to say you'll be livin' in sadness

All I want to do is listen to Ernie Isley guitar solos and look at the sky and the leaves before they both go away, for the first harbinger of the Great Losses of autumn is my nasal and bronchial passages gone haywire.

They call it fall for a reason.

I just don't want this to go away. Please?

At least Ernie will stick around. I can even revisit the context of it all.