September

Laura lays on the foot of bed
Mimics a news with a telephone cord
Doctor's on the phoneThen she hangs up and says
"I ain't never gonna see winter again"
And I don't know how but she smilesSeptember, September
September, SeptemberThey carved your name into a stone
And then they put it in the ground
I run my fingers through the grooves when no one's aroundDrink till I'm asleep and then I talk to myself
In the dog days of the summer
Then I feel you coming but I don't know howSeptember, September
September, September