Thanks for the ride to the airport.
My head got stuck out the window.
And it felt so good cause I ve never had
that kind of luck on the way home.

When I got out, you were there knockin on the front door.
The cold gets in the things you wear.
It s so good it s that time again.

Thanks for stopping by the river so I could run to take it.
Of all these days we wake, here is one to remember:
the first day of October.

It don t mean much.
We never had a chance.
We re out of touch.
The space between us spells it out.