You're not a ghost, you're gone, you're in the wind
September goes
In places we've been before, you're someone else
September goes
You're not a ghost, you're gone, now when I look
September goes
And in your room I
Sit by your bedside
Cat piss stained carpet
I don't really mind it
You're nodding off a lot
And I don't know if it's that or not
Buddy, pour me a drink
You're not a ghost, you're gone, you're in the wind
September goes
In places we used to go, in someone's eyes
Fresh air, cold, stings silver manifold
Exhaust note answer in someone's eyes
In someone's eyes
In someone's eyes