September

Laura lays on the foot of the bed

Mimics a noose with the telephone cord

Doctor's on the phone, and she hangs up and says

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

Then I don't know how, but she smiles

September, September

September, September

They carved your name into a stone, then they put it in the ground

I run my fingers through the grooves when no one's around

Drink 'til I'm sick, then I talk to myself

In the dog days of the summer

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

September, September

September, September