Sycamore Leaves – A-haBy Can’t stop thinking ’bout itIt fills me with uneaseOut there by the roadside something’s buriedUnder sycamore leavesWet grounds, late SeptemberThe foliage of the treesI came upon this feeling that someone’s lyingCovered by sycamore leavesAnd I could never make itAnd I could never seeAnd I could never break outAnd shake it’s grip on me www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20