It starts snowing in your room
Soaking the carpet, your socks
The sound you hear isn't pumping blood
It's a tin cup falling
Waking up with a sore throat
And the covers ripped off
Tossing and turning, tossing some more
Toss October right out the door
Erase the words, erase your mind
I go back there all the time
All I have is a memory
Of her laughing through the screen door
Something you said
You did it again
Baby, she's got dark eyes like me
If only she knew what my pair have seen