Thanks for the ride to the airport.
My head got stuck out the window.
And it felt so good cause Ive never had that kind of luck on the way home.
When I got out, you were there knockin on the front door.
The cold gets in the things you wear.
Its so good it's that time again.
Thanks for stopping by the river so I could run to take it.
Of all these days we wake, here is one to remember: the first day of October.
It don't mean much.
We never had a chance.
Were out of touch.
The space between us spells it out.
