September

Laura lays on the foot of the bed

Mimics a noose with a telephone cord

Doctor's on the phone



Then she hangs up and says

"I ain't never gonna see the winter again"

And I don't know how, but she smiles

September, September

September, September



They carved your name into the stone and then

they put it in the ground,

I run my fingers through the grooves

When no one's around

Drink till I am sick and

Then I talk to myself in the dog days under the sun

Then I feel you coming but I don't know how

September, September

September, September