It smells like September outside
The cold weather is setting in
We sit and we wait
and we speak and relate as we wait for Augusts end
I walk alone in the cold soft rains
in the shadow of the clouded day
And i stare and observe
till everything blurs
except for the thing i chase
I watch as it passes bye
and the fall brings back bad memories
but the months speed away
September, October, November, December
all gone with the fray
and i take a look outside
January passes next
A cold depressing beginning for the year
I wish i could say this was the last
Of the sad months that would come to pass
But happiness seldom appears
So ill sulk in self pity
Ill sit without pride
till once again
it smells like September outside.