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