October

Wrong, you're wrong I've tried already, it can't be done Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong I've tried already, it can't be done Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong I've tried already, it can't be done Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong I've tried already, it can't be done Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong I've tried already, it can't be done Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong I've tried already, it can't be done Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong I've tried already, it can't be done Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong Wrong, you're wrong Wrong, you're wrong Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong Wrong, you're wrong Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong As the snake bites its tail, you repeat the same old tune As the snake bites its tail, you are blinded by your own pride Oblivious to the winds that sing of colors and shapes to be And yet, the winds of October are on their way Unswerving and fair, as the harshest of winters Bearing the lights of early spring As the snake bites its tail, you repeat the same old tune As the snake bites its tail, you are blinded by your own pride Oblivious to the winds that sing of colors and shapes to be And yet, the winds of October are on their way Unswerving and fair, as the harshest of winters Bearing the lights of early spring Wrong, you're wrong Wrong, you're wrong Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong Wrong, you're wrong Forget it: it can't be done Wrong, you're wrong Wrong, you're wrong Forget it: it can't be done And yet, the winds of October are on their way Unswerving and fair, as the harshest of winters Bearing the lights of early spring It can't be done