I say your name out loud, and the wind starts to blow
Shaking the yellow leaves from the trees
They float down like snow all over my newly washed car
The word "monsoon" comes to mind
But I know it has nothing to do with this at all

I say your name out loud and it starts to rain
I know that those yellow leaves will now
Create some dirty mud stain on my car
When the sun comes out again, and dries the rain away
And I can't help but feel irritated

And after I start to realize the poetry, the coincedence,
The power your name might posses
It all just starts to calm down
No more wind, no more rain
Damn, this Kansas weather