It did glide in like a sunbeam on a Thursday afternoon
So I nursed it like a sick kid; it just looked so much like you
Feel the stiff light; wish it goodbye, like a passing tractor beam
Deep October, she's a dear old friend and a tightly woven seam
Between the daylight and the sharp night of the heavy hearkening
It's there I greet you as a lonely child
Whispering "this one's on me"
We grew up there in the thin air of the heavy slated sky
Endless winter, we could nurse her; we could cure her if we tried
Are you listening? Have you fooled me? Memories like an elegy
Why is something trying to push me to admit this one's on me?
Is my silence just a violent thing? Do I house a crooked mind?
Happy people; try to be like them, robed in mystery and kindness
Skim the surface, let yourself sink back to innocent belief
It's there you'll find me, I'll be smiling
My old friend, this one's on me