our october

Last night I dreamed
An empty old place
A Pennsylvania steel town
Or Pennsylvania coal

I was driving an old car
Through the deserted streets
Slow past the brick homes
And the lanes in between

Holes in the chain link
Cracked factory windows
Triangles, like mouths
And all the silence spilling out

A morning
This October morning
I see the tops of the trees
The last of the living leaves
Brushing dark, moving murals
'Cross the roiled gray clouds

I'm waiting by the window
For this is our season
Bittersweet time away
Our days under clouds

Our October
Our October
'Cross rivers and towns
Our place on the highways

Our October
Our October
This is our season
Our bittersweet time away

Our October
Our October



Credits
Writer(s): International Wilderness, Joseph Woodill
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