Sweet October, everything comes down
And the ghosts outside are rattling the storms
And the drunkards think they`re sober
and the lovers think they`re drowning
And the songs of spring are bitter wings to them
A touch of snow, a sudden end to evenings
Dark falls on the daylight like a crow
Sweet October and the mountain roads are empty now
And I`m coming home
Sweet October, everything comes down
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music
