Drifting — Harry Connick Jr.

I see your eyes drifting, drifting

Im really not that naive

You wear a smile but its drifting, drifting

While I wear my heart on my sleeve

I feel your coldness against my skin

I know what follows the autumn wind

And though you say your heart isnt drifting, drifting

The words simply dont ring true

Youre drifting and Im losing you