September

Ryan Adams

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 and then they put it in the ground,
I run my fingers through the grooves
When no one's around
Drink till I am sick and I talk to myself in the dog days of the summer
And I feel you coming but I don't know how

September, September
September, September