September

Laura lays on the foot of the bed

And mimics a noose with the telephone cord

Doctor's on the phone,

And she hands up and says,

"I ain't never going to see winter again."

Then I don't know how, but she smiles...

September

They carved your name into a stone,

And they put it in the ground,

I run my fingers through the grooves

When no one's around

Drink till I'm sick, and I talk to myself

In the dog days of the summer

And I feel you coming, but I don't know how...

September...September...September...September....