early october

late night

early friday morning

the sun's gonna be here soon. cold september

seasons are changing

and dawn is running straight through. counting down the hours

glory days fading and

maybe now change could do her good. cause now my words seem to be falling a little deeper

than the way i use to keep them

and october is right outside my door. she stands outside

with a suitcase under her arm

says she's going up to boston for the fall

says she gonna be famous

while she stands beside a lamp post

just waiting for her bus to run. she stands under her umbrella

just hiding from the weather

that could tear her world into. cause now my words seem to be falling a little deeper

than the way i use to keep them

and october is right outside my door