Tekster: Ryan Adams. Jacksonville City Nights. September.

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