Thousand sleeves falling down at the edge of the road
I’m driving my car far away I’m wasting asphalt and oil
too many time eating lies and I want vomit everything
who’ll stop my feet
But so hard
falls the rain tonight
and is too late
for back again
pouring rain
in a tired world again
On either road falls the smoke that is frozen the wheels
in the ancient fields I could see a few buildings of misery
how many times yes, I said you “October is cold”
we could choose the time?
So hard
falls the rain tonight
and is too late
to change our life
pouring rain
in a tired world again
So hard
falls the rain tonight
and is too late
to change our life
pouring rain
in a tired world again
October is cold, October is
October is cold, October is
© Words & Music by Ian Lints
