Laura lays on the foot of bed Mimics a news with a telephone cord Doctor's on the phone Then she hangs up and says "I ain't never gonna see winter again" And 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'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 how September, September September, September