October

I fall out of a fervid dream
gasping as I wake
The visions churning in my mind
slowly drift away
But the feeling lingers here
inside my chest
it slithers through my veins

Sometimes I wish the mornings
wouldn't start in such a way
I scrape the rust off of my joints
more there every day
I don't need the sun to be so bright
but I don't get a say

Give me a cool October evening
and a drink to burn my throat
Let the music rumble low
Let me catch a little glimpse tonight
a glimpse of what's unknown

I hear primeval secrets
whispered in my dreams
I know that certain truths have been concealed from history
But the secrets
In the songs of morning birds
I don't know what they mean

Give me a cool October evening
serve the bourbon neat
Let me breathe the night air deep
Let me close my eyes
and catch a glimpse
a glimpse of what's unseen

I stood upon a precipice
over hell's own lake
But when the morning sun approached
the view began to fade
Someday I'll get back there to explore
every crag, every cave

The leeches will keep biting
until all your blood is drained
And the giants grind your bones down until only dust remains
Well if those fuckers ask for me
just tell them I'm on break

Give me a cool October evening
and a drink to burn my throat
Let the music rumble low
Let me catch a little glimpse tonight
a glimpse of what's unknown

Let me catch a little glimpse tonight
a glimpse of what's unknown