I'll never forget that one kiss in October, because I have nothing else to remember.
You walked the walk and talked the talk but yet I am the one standing still and all alone.
Romantic notions broken, lips scared from over use and your abuse.

I wonder if anyone pays attention to the quite whore.
She sits alone with her makeup half on.
Dignity still intact with the promise of her one kiss in October,
What will happen when she knows what I know now?   

Do they see the street singer out of sync out of tune?
He sings on the cold street, left to his own devices.
Collecting coin for a song about hope for his kiss in October,
Will the showers of silver and gold stop…
When the empty souls walking by, know what I know now?

Can you remember the lunch lady with rosy checks?
She used to laugh and play when we passed her by.
Slender hips and sexy wrist that caught my eye,
Did you hear when her laughter stopped?
She taught me about goodbyes and the power of long ago kisses in October….

We are an army of scared loves wallowing in our own demise. Waiting for the promise land to come back again, searching for the missing angles to take our hands once again.
The fortune tellers whisper about our lack of life lines, I guess they don’t know about the wonders of October kisses and the black magic of love.