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
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
Lyrics submitted by BlueAndStarry
September Lyrics as written by Catherine Anne Popper Bradley Smith Pemberton
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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