| Watching leaves fall in September
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| The last time that I can remember
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| You smiling down on me
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| And the photographs that I had taken of
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| You in our old kitchen making love
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| Inside and I, you’re in pain
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| Smell of your left smoking fingers
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| Bruised and bleeding all still lingers on
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| Inside this head of mine
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| And when I hear your music playing
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| Again I hear your sad voice saying
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| You were never satisfied
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| Oh no, you were never satisfied
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| Come by if you’re downtown
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| We’ll drink and celebrate the moon
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| And all the things you left behind, oh woo-oo
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| I’ve forgiven you for all that you did
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| Still all I can do is write these letters
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| that will never get to you, oh woo-oo
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| I thought I smelled your Marlboro burning
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| As I rinsed my hair this morning
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| When I called out, you weren’t there
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| And the diesel truck the neighbor drives
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| Fools me into thinking you’re alive
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| And coming home to stay
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| But you were running like a chalkboard scratch
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| Up all night long, no turning back
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| Or guilt would eat your heart alive
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| And so you’ve left me here in pain and wonder
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| Regretting never pushing you like thunder coming from the gods
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| Oh, it might have saved you from the dark
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| Come by if you’re downtown
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| We’ll drink and celebrate the moon
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| And all the things you left behind, oh woo-oo
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| I’ve forgiven you for all that you did
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| Still all I can do is write these letters
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| that will never get to you, oh woo-oo
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| Come by if you’re downtown
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| We’ll drink and celebrate the moon
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| And all the things you left behind, oh woo-oo
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| I’ve forgiven you for all that you did
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| Still all I can do is write these letters
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| that will never get to you, oh woo-oo |